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Sensually Extreme...
Inspired by nursejulz and one other extremely ticklish person.
Written by ticklishscribe.
c. 2004
Julie-Anne or Julia as she was more commonly known as, eyed her two friends very carefully as they circled like the vultures, the wooden cafe style chair she was tied to. She wanted to speak but the ball gag in her mouth prevented that. She wanted to bring her arms down, but with her wrists having been tied behind her head, she couldn't do that either. She tried to free her ankles from the sides of the chair that they were tied to but couldn't do that either. All she could do was squirm, writhe and wriggle her feet.
Julia was the absolutely adorable girl next door type, from the top of her braided chestnut hair down her petite body to the tips of her absolutely adorable sock covered toes. There wasn't an inch of her that one didn't or couldn't love and wanted to cuddle, hug and kiss for an eternity. Even her personality was as adorable as her looks and that was like the icing on a cake. Her nickname in her yahoo profile was Barbie Doll and that fitted her to a tee. She had also labelled herself as a pesky little pixie and that's probably why she was in the position she was now.
She looked down at herself and shivered as she once more saw herself dressed in only a white bra and panties and a pair of blue-grey socks. The rest of her body was naked and very vulnerable and she shivered at that thought.
"What do you say Julie?" Asked Brenda. "Shall I personally train you like I promised? Here, lets put your braids along side the gag straps so that they won't fly around and hurt you."
Brenda was a personal trainer by trade, but Julia didn't like here idea of the personal training that she had in mind.
"Don't you mean personally torture her." Asked Jamie, stroking Julia's left forearm with a single finger. "Sensually extreme torture her."
Julia jerked and writhed, causing both girls to laugh. She pleaded with her eyes for her freedom and this made the girls laugh even more. Jamie stroked further down, entered the left armpit and stroked softly there. Julie writhed more and the girls laughed again.
"Oh we are going to have such fun with you sweetheart." Brenda announced. "The next two days will be a laugh a second."
Julia writhed at Brenda's remark and again pleaded with her eyes for her freedom. Her eyes flitted from side to side, trying to keep both girls in her sight. But that was nearly impossible as they were standing almost out of her field of vision. All she could get were fleeting glimpses and the soft giggling from them was driving her crazy.
She suddenly felt a single finger slowly stroking up each armpit and she jerked, writhed and squealed through the ball gag. This made the girls laugh again and they teased her again with another soft stroke.
Ten fingers, five fingers in each armpit began spidering all over and Julia squealed and writhed even more, shaking the chair as she did so. The spidering fingers found the deepest recesses of her pits, and ballet danced all over, causing the poor girl to shiver and shake like crazy. Her squeals were now continuous and she once more pleaded with her eyes. She wanted even more to bring her arms down but the ropes held fast and she was powerless to defend her armpits from this tickle attack. The fingers softly, slowly and torturously stroked and teased the tender buttery smooth skin and Julia was in agony because of it. Each stroke was worse than the last and she squealed loudly through ball gag.
"Honestly Julia, your squeals are music to our ears." Brenda announced. "But let's have some real laughter shall we. Let's have you vibrating that ball gag." She nodded to Jamie and another ten fingers went to work on the poor girl's armpits, stroking firmly and at great length.
Julia instantly went from squeals to guttural cackles and full bore laughter and this delighted the girls no end. Though tightly bound, she bounced up and down on the chair, moving it slightly and threatening to topple it over and herself in the process. But the girls just kept on tickling and tickling and tickling and their giggles were being drowned out by her continuous laughter.
"You have such soft tender armpits Julia." Brenda commented. It's such a pleasure to stroke them."
"Are we stroking them right?" Jamie asked, fluttering her fingers all over.
"Yea." Added Brenda. "We want to do this properly."
"So we can maximize your laughter. Both girls laughed and continued the fiendish fluttering, which continued to drive Julia crazy.
They now began to stroke and tickle lower, entering Julia's top ribs. The introduction of the rib tickling further enhanced Julia's guttural laughter and this delighted the girls no end. Their incessant tickling of her pits and now the ribs was driving her insane and the chair rocked even more. The bondage they had her in was holding her well and while the chair was rocking the bonds weren't loosening and she was nowhere to being free.
"You got a problem Julia?" Brenda asked, digging her fingers into the top ribs.
Julia screamed through the gag, trying to answer the question and beg them to stop. She was now bucking in the chair as her bum lifted off the seat as she strained at the ankle bondage. Her face was covered in sweat and her armpits glistened as well.
"Did you know that sweat is partly composed of skin oils?" Brenda mused.
"That means that her pits are getting all oiled up, which means they'll be more sensitive."
Julia screamed once more at hearing that and jerked and pulled at her wrist bondage. The girls laughed and continued the rib and armpit tickling.
"Hey Julia." Jamie asked. "Remember when we got you so hot and sensitive that you wet yourself, and it wasn't piss. Think we can get you wet again?"
I hope so." Added Brenda. "I want to see you so soaked, that your begging for us to give it to you."
The girls laughed once more and Julia screamed through the gag and continued to rock the chair.
Twenty fingers continued to torment and torture the armpits and ribs and now they each began inserting a single finger inside the sides of her bra and wriggling them about. This really started Julia squirming and she tried everything to get away from their fingers.
Both girls now began pinching her nipples as they stroked the sides of the breasts and Julia bucked and screamed through the gag. They laughed and continued, exploring all over the sides of the breasts and the ribs under them.
Julia was in agony and she tried to form sentences to tell them to stop but nothing legible came forth. She was sweating profusely now as rivers of sweat rolled down her body and she still rocked the chair. Her senses were reeling as the tickling was taking its tole and she was violent in her struggles.
"OOOOHHH she's really getting hot here." Brenda announced.
"And these nipples are just so sensually hot too." Jamie added. They're hardening up nicely."
Suddenly the girls stopped and through the gag Julia grabbed as much air as she could. They sat there looking at her, both smiling evilly and giggling softly. Julia looked down to see where their hands were, praying to God that they wouldn't tickle her any more. Praying that they would just untie her and let her go. While they had done this to her before, they had never been this torturously tormenting and she was praying that it was over. This however was short lived as she felt fingers softly pinching her tight tummy and she flinched and started writhing again.
"My, my." Teased Brenda. "Someone's taught little tummy here is really sensitive today."
"And everyday." Added Jamie.
"The girls laughed and continued pinching, making Julia writhe all over. They both had her right where they wanted her and were not about to give any quarter.
Julia on the other hand wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere to avoid this thoroughly torturous tickling. Her brain was reeling from the continuous barrage of tickling sensations that attacked it and she was now continuously writhing and rocking the chair. Her guttural to screaming laughter was bouncing off the walls and shaking the room.
The pinching instantly gave way to a single finger vibrating on each side of her tummy and that caused her to really buck off the chair. She bucked so hard that both girls thought she would break the bonds that held her. As they vibrated on the sides of her tummy they each inserted a finger into her button and vibrated there as well. That made her scream and gutturally laugh louder, much to their delight.
"Can you imagine what her laughter would be like with the gag off?" Brenda asked and remarked at the same time.
"We'd be deaf by now." Jamie responded pistoning her finger in and out of the delicious dimple.
Then as suddenly as the girls started they stopped and Julia took the sudden respite to again grab as much air as she could get.
Both Brenda and Jamie started circling her again, poking and jabbing all over and never falling into a rhythm that she could get use to. Julia could see the pokes and jabs coming but couldn't do a thing to escape them. It seemed that each poke and jab was more torturous than the last. Her entire body was their target and every poke and jab a bull's eye.
The fingers got lower and lower on her tummy till they left it and now a single finger was softly but firmly stroking her mound up and down. She rocketed off the chair and once again screamed through the gag, causing both girls to laugh.
Hit a sensually horny hotspot have we Julia?" Brenda asked. "Are we rocking your world?"
Jamie held a small rather strange H-shaped cushion out in front of her.
"This should help us in accessing that virginally tender little mound of yours." She announced.
Brenda then proceeded to spread Julia's quivering legs apart and Jamie wedged the firm cushion between them. Now Julia's panty covered mound was totally exposed and there was no way that she could protect it. She shook her head no, pleaded with her eyes again and screamed through the gag once more.
Both girls laughed and their fingers began lightly spidering and rubbing again, caressing the mound from the very bottom right up to the waist and back down again. Like the tickling, each stroke and rub here seemed to be worse than the one before and once more Julia rocked the chair. The previous tickling had set off an arousal that she was definitely not prepared for and they were now tormenting and torturing it no end. Her panties offered little to no protection for her mound and with some strokes, she wondered if they were even helping to increase the sensitivity that her mound was feeling. In any case it was driving her wild and cushion or no cushion, she desperately tried to close her legs. The laughter through the gag was now slowly giving away with a more sensual noise and both girls knew they had hit a hot spot.
"I think Julia here is taking a sensual liking to this." Brenda announced.
"She is uttering squeals of what seem to be delight." Added Jamie. "Do we take her all the way?"
"Cum, cum now." Brenda replied, making play on words. "Getting her off this early; could we be that nice."
"You're right, that would be too nice." Replied Jamie. "We'll get her hot later."
"I think we'd better stop here anyway as we have a wet spot developing."
Both Brenda and Jamie look down at the pulsating mound and saw a small wet spot beginning to form. They could tell by the clear but opalescent colour that Julia was indeed getting off on their sensual stroking and rubbing and they ceased immediately. Julia immediately begged and pleaded with her eyes and squeals through the gag for them to continue, but they were having none of it.
"Shall we move on? Jamie asked.
"Onward and downward." Replied Brenda.
Jamie leaned forward close to Julia's right ear and whispered. "Your worst nightmare has arrived; it's time for the feet."
Julia immediately began to rock the chair again and tried to say no through the gag and this made the girls laugh once again. Julia tried to look down to see what they were doing, but tied as she was, her head movement was very limited. She jerked as she felt single fingers stroking the backs of her calves and the tops of her heels and really began writhing when the fingers began to enter her soles. Her squeals and writhing intensified and the chair looked as though it would fall apart.
"Someone has a hole in the heel of her sock." Announced Jamie.
Julia heard movement on the floor and felt two single fingers slowly stroking her left heel. She wildly writhed her foot, but a hand shot out and grabbed the top of it to hold it still. The two stroking fingers toyed with the hole in her sock and stroked the tender exposed skin. Her cackles of laughter returned and her writhing got more intense as she tried desperately to free her foot. Suddenly she felt five fingers spidering in her right sole and instantly had a conniption. The fingers lightly teased the tightly this sock covered sole and her foot flailed wildly. A hand shot out and grabbed the top of her right foot and held it still as the fingers continued their torturous torment. Suddenly the coldness of steel brought her senses back to her left foot and she began to hear a snipping. The tickling on her right sole ceased and the sound of cutting scissors filled the room. Out of the corner of her left eye she could barely make out Jamie's long red hair and knew that she was cutting the sole of her sock off. Each snip seemed to take longer than the one before and each one seemed louder than the one before as well as Julia desperately continued to try and free her foot. After what seemed like an eternity, she could feel scissors next to her toes and knew that the last of the sole was being cut off. The final snip and now every part of her sole felt a cool breeze and Jamie let go of her foot. She wildly writhed it around trying to break the bond that held it and squealed illegibly for them not to tickle her feet.
She heard whispers and giggles then felt a tight fabric sliding slowly back and forth across her sole. Jamie was now tickling her foot with the fabric that was the sole of her sock. Instantly her foot spasmed and writhed all over, but a hand shot out and held it still. The soft, this and tight cotton fabric was excruciating on her sole and her squeals went from guttural cackles to screams.
"Awwww, what's the matter Julia, does your own sock tickle you?" Asked Jamie.
"And if it does, why are you wearing them? Added Brenda.
They both laughed and Jamie continued sliding the fabric across the sole. Julia was in the worst torment she had ever been in since they had started and she more than ever wanted them to stop. This was pure torture personified and she was really rocking the chair now. She screamed full bore through the gag.
"Julia!" Brenda teased. "Did you say not the feet?"
"I think she did say that." Added Jamie. "Which tells us something."
"Get the feet." And with that Brenda spider tickled the right sole again, and this caused Julia to jump jerk and writhe all over.
"Yep." Jamie added again. "Definitely get the feet."
Julia screamed through the gag again and writhed all over as 20 fingers spider tickled her soles. She stopped when she felt a firm grip on her right foot, cold steel and more snipping. She tried desperately to free her foot from the cutting off of the sole of her sock, but Brenda held it firm and the cutting continued. As the last of the sole was cut off, Julia jerked at feeling the cold scissors next to her toes. She screamed then gutturally cackled through the gag as 10 fingers spider tickled the sole.
"Yep, you're right Jamie. Definitely get the feet. Here have a toe tie."
Julia screamed and writhed her feet all over, trying to prevent her toes from being tied. The thing that she feared most was them tying her toes to make her feet totally immobile. She could feel the ties being wrapped around her big toes and really writhed her feet as she felt them being pulled back and the other end of the ties being tied to the back chair legs. Then there was dead silence and no movement from them whatsoever and her heart pounded at the uncertain moments ahead. Suddenly she could feel cotton fabric slowly being dragged back and forth across her soles and she screamed, squealed and then cackled gutturally once more. The cotton rubbing across her soles was pure unadulterated torture and she was rocking the chair again. Her eyes clenched shut and she screamed, squealed and cackled, as her nervous system was short-circuited.
"AWWWW, what's the matter Julia, are we rubbing you the wrong way. Hmmmmm?" Asked Jamie.
"I think we are." Added Brenda, "But I like it."
"Oh me too." Replied Jamie.
Julia screamed further through the gag as the cotton was further stretched, rubbed and stroked back and forth over her soles. She prayed they would stop this unspeakable torture. Prayed that would get tired of this and stop. But it seemed that the more they tickled the more they loved it. The more they loved watching her writhe and laugh and scream through the gag.
"I forgot to ask Julia, are we Comfy?" Brenda continued tickling.
Again Julia wanted to speak, but the gag prevented that and so all she could do was to plead with her eyes. She meekly shook her head no, writhed her feet all over and strained at the bonds, arching her back and bum off the chair. As she did this, Brenda reached on either side of her, spider tickled her sides and Julia screamed loudly then fell back on the chair.
Jamie reached out and grasped Julia's left foot again and wriggled it, causing Julia to arch her back again. Once more Julia screamed loudly and arched her back and then fell back on the chair, trying to wriggle away. Again Jamie reached out and grabbed her foot, but this time holding it with one hand and tickling with the other.
Julia was really unnerved now and frantically tried pulling her foot away, but Jamie's grip and the toe tie was firm.
Julia was hit with a bolt of lightning and she rocketed off the chair by arching her back even more than before and squealing with laughter. Once again the girls all laughed and offered tickling comments and suggestions.
Jamie kept up the pressure on the now spasming sole and dug her fingers into the soft skin, Spider tickling and stroking. Julia's leg was bouncing all over and her foot was desperately trying to jerk free from the horribly torturous fingers and the toe tie.
"What's the matter Julia?" Asked Brenda. "You got ticklish feet?"
"This one is ticklish that's for sure." Jamie commented teasingly and continuing to stroke the sole. Try the other one Brenda."
Brenda wasted no time in grabbing the other foot and Julia constantly arched her back and writhed her feet, trying everything she could think of to escape the torture already being given to her and the further torture to come.
"Awww the frantic, terrified, writhing foot." Jamie announced gleefully. "Praying to stave off the torturous tickling fingers as long as possible, with the feint hope of keeping them away forever. This frantic foot, which has no hope of escape, no chance of saving itself from the vicious assault of it's already hysterically terrified nerve endings. I read that in a tickling story too."
Again this was something Julia had never experienced before and she was very uneasy. Her feet writhed intensely as she tried to free them to keep them from Jamie and Brenda's grip, but their hold was too strong and she was trapped. She exploded when she suddenly felt ten fingers, five on each foot, raking and revving up and down each sole and she screamed and writhed intensely. This brought more laughter from both girls and more intense raking and revving on her hypersensitive feet. Her feet were burning with the tickles they were forcing on her, practically branding each stroke into the heated flesh of her soles.
Julia pounded the chair with her head and bum and her shrieking to guttural laughter came in continuous 30-second spurts. Her eyes were tightly clenched shut and her mouth biting hard down on the gag.
Both Brenda and Jamie thoroughly delighted in her reactions to the torturous foot tickling and their ten fingers burrowed into the soft sensitive flesh. The more they burrowed in the more Julia shrieked and laughed gutturally and the more she shrieked and laughed gutturally, the more they burrowed in. And this torturous little circle was driving her crazy.
"Time to bring out the toys." Jamie announced."Play toys for the tickle toy."
All of a sudden Julia shrieked even more as she felt the quill end of a feather short stroking the centre of her arch. The quill was merciless as it revved repeatedly over the arch, shorting stroking as fast as possible. She continued to pound the chair with her head and bum and intensely writhe in her bondage. Then as instantly as the first quill was brought into play, a second one was now being used. The two quills devastated and thoroughly tormented the arches. She was in complete ticklish abandon.
The quills were now under her toes and she shrieked once more. Trying desperately to scrunch and clench her toes, she found it impossible as each time the quills met with her toes they splayed out in all directions. This was met with evil giggles from her ticklers and they took great delight to do each toe individually for almost a minute. Once again Julia repeatedly slammed her head and bum into the chair and screamed with laughter. She was in total agony and they didn't look as though they were going to stop anytime soon.
"Way to go Julia, that's what we like to see." Commented Brenda, giving her right foot a total workout.
"Yeah." Added Jamie. "And being as we have a long way to go, we want you to continue."
What's say you Julia?" Asked Brenda. "You want us to stop or would you not be tickled if we did."
Julia's mind was on the verge of going over the edge. Each nerve ending was repeatedly screaming and screaming, but the tickling just kept on coming and coming and coming. And the girls just kept teasing and teasing and teasing.
Each stroke was worse than before and it seemed that each stroke was longer than before. Then suddenly she erupted in violent screams of laughter and violent struggles and writhing as a nylon brush met with her left sole and she felt it raking and revving over her arch. Jamie delighted at the new round of laughter and writhing she was able to get out of the already tormented girl and continued the brushing. Suddenly another brush was brought into play and this brought still another round of screaming and writhing. The two brushes were absolute agony and she screamed wildly and strained at her bonds for all she was worth. Her mind was on the edge of imploding and her nerve endings were so fragile they could shatter at any moment. Her entire body was one giant volcanic tickle spot and she screamed as loud as she could through the gag. Her size 9 1/2s were really getting it as the brushes continued their relentless and incessant tickling. The short stroking of her arches was driving the poor girl so insane that she was violently struggling and both Brenda and Jamie had to grip her feet tighter to keep them still.
"You're the best Julia, keep it up sweetheart." Brenda announced.
"Why don't we tickle an orgasm out of her and do it slowly and oh so torturously." Jamie added. "She would be one hundred per cent more sensitive, and that means one hundred per cent more ticklish too."
The thought that they could double her sensitivity, threw her struggles into
overdrive and she arched her back in the worst way and began violently wrenching in her bonds. They wouldn't be that cruel to her, wouldn't be that sensually sadistic. But here were two ticklers bent on taking her to sensual hell and beyond. Their heaven would be her hell and she tried desperately to close her legs.
"Time for something new Julia." And with that Brenda picked up a massage vibrator turned it on and began stroking. Julia reeled seeing the dozens of vibrating little nubbly points on its circular head and instantly rocketed off the chair once more.
"Yeah." Added Jamie. "And we can also stretch out your orgasm to the limit."
Thought of any orgasm being stretched out to the limit unnerved her and she fought even more to close her legs.
"How are you doing Julia?" Brenda asked evilly. "Are you going to cum for us?"
"Of course she's going to cum for us." Announced Jamie. But she's going to cum only when we let her. And we're not ready to let her cum by a long shot. Or a long tickle." Smiling evilly, she reached over to the side table and retrieved a black mask.
"Guess whose going night, night." She hovered the blindfold over Julia's face.
Julia froze then squirmed, trying to back away from the blindfold. Brenda turned off the vibe, put it down then reached out and held her head still as Jamie fitted the mask over her eyes. Julia tried in vain to free herself from Brenda's grip but she was plunged into darkness. The girls laughed at her sightless predicament.
Then the room got silent and Julia listened intensely for any noise that the girls were making, as she now didn't know where they were. She could hear soft giggles and some sort of movement, but she couldn't see even the slightest of anything. Suddenly she felt the gossamer touch of a feather caressing her left armpit, and squealed and jerked. Another Feather settled onto her right armpit and she squealed and jerked once more. The feathers began to tease the pits by darting in and out, touching here and stroking there. Teasing, touching and stroking the deepest recesses inside the pits and caressing the backs of them. Julia tried desperately to bring her arms down but found it impossible. The girls delighted in this division of her senses and the rapid fire with which they struck. They once more had her on the edge as well as at their complete mercy, as she squealed and writhed her head from side to side.
The feathers suddenly stopped their merciless torment and Julia grabbed as much air as she could, not knowing when the tickling would start up again. She arched her back at again feeling a gossamer touch of a feather in one armpit then the other. The feathers began to meander all over the armpits once more, seeking out the deepest recesses below and Julia began to writhe. The gossamer stroking didn't last long as the feathers were replaced with quills that constantly raked the tender pits and she erupted with screams of laughter through the gag. Each stroke was pure unadulterated torture and they were driving her insane with their methodical repetition. Then as suddenly the tickling started it stopped and once again there was silence.
Instantly she felt two quills short stroking the outlines of her ribs and she again rocketed off the chair and violently writhed. This brought squeals and laughs of delight from her ticklers and they continued to trace her ribs. The quills, tracing each rib from tips to back was more torture and she wanted desperately to get away from it.
Both girls now uses the feather parts again and as they reached the bottom ribs and traced their outlines, they skated away in a graceful arc across her tender tummy, swooping in and out of her button. Julia once again arched her back then fell back onto her chair and violently writhed and screamed with laughter.
"What's the matter Julia, tummy tickling too much for you huh?"
Julia screamed as the fingers continued to torment her tummy. She was going through pure unadulterated hell and it was wearing her down, but her ticklers were relentless, merciless and sadistic.
"Okay lets stop." Brenda announced. "I wonder what Julia would look like with her panties and bra off."
Julia suddenly felt the cold steel of the scissors as they cut away at the panty straps and then felt the cut panties being pulled out from under her. She felt the same as the bra was removed and she writhed to protect herself in anyway and everyway possible.
She squealed and screamed through the gag as while she couldn't see, she knew the closer feather the closer the feather got to her crotch and begged and pleaded with her eyes not to go any further. She bucked and writhed as the feather made its initial pass over her tender lips and begged and pleaded even more.
"AWW what's the matter Julia, you got the hots for this feather here?" Brenda again stroked the tender lips, this time only slower and meandering over both lips at the same time. The girls delighted at how the lips began to pulsate and how Julia bounced up and down on the chair.
Julia's body was in constant writhing and she desperately tried to close her legs. The worse thing was that she could feel an orgasm building up inside of her and she was desperate to quell it at any cost.
"Okay lets stop." Brenda announced. "Time for the new and extremely torturous toy."
As Brenda touched Julia's right armpit, the vibrating sensation threw her into a frenzy of writhing and squeals and screams through the gag, as it was pure torture.
This is a tickle that we'll remember for a long time to come." Announced Jamie.
Brenda cruised the vibe all over and inside the armpit and the chair rocked even more. She now entered the tops ribs and began to slowly stroke the vibe down to the waist. Julia's squeals now turned into continuous gags and she continued to rock the chair. The vibe slowly enter her hip area and then caressed and teased the bone. Julia watched as the vibe entered her mound and instantly her lips spasmed and she once again bounced in the chair. The vibe toyed and teased the tender lips as Julia's senses were being demolished.
Then the vibe cruised off her mound and back over her thigh, but it didn't stop there. Instead Brenda stroked the vibe down the leg as she cruised closer and closer to the right foot. Julia knew where the vibe was heading and tried desperately to free her foot. Reaching the heel the vibe sent her into orbit with gagged screaming and off the scale struggles. Her bare heel shook and shivered as the vibe cruised over it and ballet danced all over. Her entire foot shook and shivered as Brenda cruised down the sole and into the arch.
"Listen to her scream," Jamie commented. "I'm glad we gagged her."
"We didn't gag this foot though and I love its reactions. Simply off the scale and off the wall.
Julia was screaming through the gag as loud as she could, trying desperately to make them understand that she wanted them to stop, but the cackles took over. It neither Brenda or Jamie looked as though they would stop tickling.
"Jamie, there's another vibe on the shelf there. Care to put her into overdrive?"
Julia screamed loudly once more and Jamie didn't need a second thought as she grabbed the other vibe and took her position by the left foot. Brenda nodded and they both began cruising their vibes up and down the frantically writhing soles, making Julia scream and cackle wildly and writhe all over. Both girls smiled, hi-fived each other and continued tickling. This was the moment they had been searching and waiting for, the ultimate tickling moment, that moment when nirvana and ecstasy of sensual tickle torture come together as one. This however was pure unadulterated hell for Julia and it looked as thought she would rock the chair so hard she would demolish it.
"I think there's teeth marks big time in your ball gag." Jaime remarked.
"Oooohh I have no doubt." Brenda replied. A little extra souvenir of her tickle."
"I know what souvenir I want from her tickle; I want this silver ivy toe ring." Jamie added.
"Hmmmmm, I would mind the one on this foot either. Shall we collect?"
Julia screamed again and tried in vein to break the toe ties, which made both girls laugh and grasp the toe rings.
"I guess that means we can have them" Jamie responded. "Thank you Julia that’s so nice of you to give them up." She began to wriggle the ring on the second toe and Julia scrunched them to keep it on.
"Now that's being very naughty Julia." Brenda took a firm hold of her left foot. "You unclench your toes and let her have it, and let me have the other one.
Julia clenched her toes twice as hard now and again tried to writhe her feet, but Jamie slowly bent the toe back and began to wriggle the ring off. She wriggled it and popped the ring off and Brenda grabbed the right foot and began to do the same. They both held their prizes high and announced victory.
Julia screamed and writhed all over shaking her head to say no.
"Sorry Julia." Jamie replied laughing. "But you’re ours and I'm going to wear mine on my toe to fondly remind me of your adorable and extremely ticklish feet. I got that idea from a tickling story I recently read."
"I read the same story and so I'll do the same. Just think Julia, a little piece of you warmly snuggling up next to my toes. The thought of that makes them tingly all over."
"Mine too." Added Jamie.
Brenda resumed the vibing of her right foot and Jamie continued vibing the left foot. Julia cackled, writhed then erupted with a powerful arching of her back and a stream of love juices shot out. The girls all watched as she shivered and shook as the juices came pouring out and the lips pulsated like crazy. Her enlarged womanhood spasmed and writhed and she continued to shiver and shake.
"Way to go Julia." Jamie commented. "We said you'd have an orgasm and you certainly did."
"And I am so overjoyed you had a big one Julia." Brenda added.
"Why is that Brenda?"
"Well you know that the more powerful the orgasm, the more sensitive a woman is after it. At least 100 per cent, or in Julia's case, far more than 100 per cent."
"And if she's more sensitive?" Jamie asked, knowing full well the answer.
"She's more ticklish."
"Well now, what's say you to that Julia." Jamie asked. "It looks at though we have the exquisitely delightful task of tickling you all over again."
"This time how about spread-eagled on her back. She's already stripped, so lets get her stretched and stroked."
Julia screamed again, shook her head no and both girls laughed and began untying her.
Inspired by nursejulz and one other extremely ticklish person.
Written by ticklishscribe.
c. 2004
Julie-Anne or Julia as she was more commonly known as, eyed her two friends very carefully as they circled like the vultures, the wooden cafe style chair she was tied to. She wanted to speak but the ball gag in her mouth prevented that. She wanted to bring her arms down, but with her wrists having been tied behind her head, she couldn't do that either. She tried to free her ankles from the sides of the chair that they were tied to but couldn't do that either. All she could do was squirm, writhe and wriggle her feet.
Julia was the absolutely adorable girl next door type, from the top of her braided chestnut hair down her petite body to the tips of her absolutely adorable sock covered toes. There wasn't an inch of her that one didn't or couldn't love and wanted to cuddle, hug and kiss for an eternity. Even her personality was as adorable as her looks and that was like the icing on a cake. Her nickname in her yahoo profile was Barbie Doll and that fitted her to a tee. She had also labelled herself as a pesky little pixie and that's probably why she was in the position she was now.
She looked down at herself and shivered as she once more saw herself dressed in only a white bra and panties and a pair of blue-grey socks. The rest of her body was naked and very vulnerable and she shivered at that thought.
"What do you say Julie?" Asked Brenda. "Shall I personally train you like I promised? Here, lets put your braids along side the gag straps so that they won't fly around and hurt you."
Brenda was a personal trainer by trade, but Julia didn't like here idea of the personal training that she had in mind.
"Don't you mean personally torture her." Asked Jamie, stroking Julia's left forearm with a single finger. "Sensually extreme torture her."
Julia jerked and writhed, causing both girls to laugh. She pleaded with her eyes for her freedom and this made the girls laugh even more. Jamie stroked further down, entered the left armpit and stroked softly there. Julie writhed more and the girls laughed again.
"Oh we are going to have such fun with you sweetheart." Brenda announced. "The next two days will be a laugh a second."
Julia writhed at Brenda's remark and again pleaded with her eyes for her freedom. Her eyes flitted from side to side, trying to keep both girls in her sight. But that was nearly impossible as they were standing almost out of her field of vision. All she could get were fleeting glimpses and the soft giggling from them was driving her crazy.
She suddenly felt a single finger slowly stroking up each armpit and she jerked, writhed and squealed through the ball gag. This made the girls laugh again and they teased her again with another soft stroke.
Ten fingers, five fingers in each armpit began spidering all over and Julia squealed and writhed even more, shaking the chair as she did so. The spidering fingers found the deepest recesses of her pits, and ballet danced all over, causing the poor girl to shiver and shake like crazy. Her squeals were now continuous and she once more pleaded with her eyes. She wanted even more to bring her arms down but the ropes held fast and she was powerless to defend her armpits from this tickle attack. The fingers softly, slowly and torturously stroked and teased the tender buttery smooth skin and Julia was in agony because of it. Each stroke was worse than the last and she squealed loudly through ball gag.
"Honestly Julia, your squeals are music to our ears." Brenda announced. "But let's have some real laughter shall we. Let's have you vibrating that ball gag." She nodded to Jamie and another ten fingers went to work on the poor girl's armpits, stroking firmly and at great length.
Julia instantly went from squeals to guttural cackles and full bore laughter and this delighted the girls no end. Though tightly bound, she bounced up and down on the chair, moving it slightly and threatening to topple it over and herself in the process. But the girls just kept on tickling and tickling and tickling and their giggles were being drowned out by her continuous laughter.
"You have such soft tender armpits Julia." Brenda commented. It's such a pleasure to stroke them."
"Are we stroking them right?" Jamie asked, fluttering her fingers all over.
"Yea." Added Brenda. "We want to do this properly."
"So we can maximize your laughter. Both girls laughed and continued the fiendish fluttering, which continued to drive Julia crazy.
They now began to stroke and tickle lower, entering Julia's top ribs. The introduction of the rib tickling further enhanced Julia's guttural laughter and this delighted the girls no end. Their incessant tickling of her pits and now the ribs was driving her insane and the chair rocked even more. The bondage they had her in was holding her well and while the chair was rocking the bonds weren't loosening and she was nowhere to being free.
"You got a problem Julia?" Brenda asked, digging her fingers into the top ribs.
Julia screamed through the gag, trying to answer the question and beg them to stop. She was now bucking in the chair as her bum lifted off the seat as she strained at the ankle bondage. Her face was covered in sweat and her armpits glistened as well.
"Did you know that sweat is partly composed of skin oils?" Brenda mused.
"That means that her pits are getting all oiled up, which means they'll be more sensitive."
Julia screamed once more at hearing that and jerked and pulled at her wrist bondage. The girls laughed and continued the rib and armpit tickling.
"Hey Julia." Jamie asked. "Remember when we got you so hot and sensitive that you wet yourself, and it wasn't piss. Think we can get you wet again?"
I hope so." Added Brenda. "I want to see you so soaked, that your begging for us to give it to you."
The girls laughed once more and Julia screamed through the gag and continued to rock the chair.
Twenty fingers continued to torment and torture the armpits and ribs and now they each began inserting a single finger inside the sides of her bra and wriggling them about. This really started Julia squirming and she tried everything to get away from their fingers.
Both girls now began pinching her nipples as they stroked the sides of the breasts and Julia bucked and screamed through the gag. They laughed and continued, exploring all over the sides of the breasts and the ribs under them.
Julia was in agony and she tried to form sentences to tell them to stop but nothing legible came forth. She was sweating profusely now as rivers of sweat rolled down her body and she still rocked the chair. Her senses were reeling as the tickling was taking its tole and she was violent in her struggles.
"OOOOHHH she's really getting hot here." Brenda announced.
"And these nipples are just so sensually hot too." Jamie added. They're hardening up nicely."
Suddenly the girls stopped and through the gag Julia grabbed as much air as she could. They sat there looking at her, both smiling evilly and giggling softly. Julia looked down to see where their hands were, praying to God that they wouldn't tickle her any more. Praying that they would just untie her and let her go. While they had done this to her before, they had never been this torturously tormenting and she was praying that it was over. This however was short lived as she felt fingers softly pinching her tight tummy and she flinched and started writhing again.
"My, my." Teased Brenda. "Someone's taught little tummy here is really sensitive today."
"And everyday." Added Jamie.
"The girls laughed and continued pinching, making Julia writhe all over. They both had her right where they wanted her and were not about to give any quarter.
Julia on the other hand wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere to avoid this thoroughly torturous tickling. Her brain was reeling from the continuous barrage of tickling sensations that attacked it and she was now continuously writhing and rocking the chair. Her guttural to screaming laughter was bouncing off the walls and shaking the room.
The pinching instantly gave way to a single finger vibrating on each side of her tummy and that caused her to really buck off the chair. She bucked so hard that both girls thought she would break the bonds that held her. As they vibrated on the sides of her tummy they each inserted a finger into her button and vibrated there as well. That made her scream and gutturally laugh louder, much to their delight.
"Can you imagine what her laughter would be like with the gag off?" Brenda asked and remarked at the same time.
"We'd be deaf by now." Jamie responded pistoning her finger in and out of the delicious dimple.
Then as suddenly as the girls started they stopped and Julia took the sudden respite to again grab as much air as she could get.
Both Brenda and Jamie started circling her again, poking and jabbing all over and never falling into a rhythm that she could get use to. Julia could see the pokes and jabs coming but couldn't do a thing to escape them. It seemed that each poke and jab was more torturous than the last. Her entire body was their target and every poke and jab a bull's eye.
The fingers got lower and lower on her tummy till they left it and now a single finger was softly but firmly stroking her mound up and down. She rocketed off the chair and once again screamed through the gag, causing both girls to laugh.
Hit a sensually horny hotspot have we Julia?" Brenda asked. "Are we rocking your world?"
Jamie held a small rather strange H-shaped cushion out in front of her.
"This should help us in accessing that virginally tender little mound of yours." She announced.
Brenda then proceeded to spread Julia's quivering legs apart and Jamie wedged the firm cushion between them. Now Julia's panty covered mound was totally exposed and there was no way that she could protect it. She shook her head no, pleaded with her eyes again and screamed through the gag once more.
Both girls laughed and their fingers began lightly spidering and rubbing again, caressing the mound from the very bottom right up to the waist and back down again. Like the tickling, each stroke and rub here seemed to be worse than the one before and once more Julia rocked the chair. The previous tickling had set off an arousal that she was definitely not prepared for and they were now tormenting and torturing it no end. Her panties offered little to no protection for her mound and with some strokes, she wondered if they were even helping to increase the sensitivity that her mound was feeling. In any case it was driving her wild and cushion or no cushion, she desperately tried to close her legs. The laughter through the gag was now slowly giving away with a more sensual noise and both girls knew they had hit a hot spot.
"I think Julia here is taking a sensual liking to this." Brenda announced.
"She is uttering squeals of what seem to be delight." Added Jamie. "Do we take her all the way?"
"Cum, cum now." Brenda replied, making play on words. "Getting her off this early; could we be that nice."
"You're right, that would be too nice." Replied Jamie. "We'll get her hot later."
"I think we'd better stop here anyway as we have a wet spot developing."
Both Brenda and Jamie look down at the pulsating mound and saw a small wet spot beginning to form. They could tell by the clear but opalescent colour that Julia was indeed getting off on their sensual stroking and rubbing and they ceased immediately. Julia immediately begged and pleaded with her eyes and squeals through the gag for them to continue, but they were having none of it.
"Shall we move on? Jamie asked.
"Onward and downward." Replied Brenda.
Jamie leaned forward close to Julia's right ear and whispered. "Your worst nightmare has arrived; it's time for the feet."
Julia immediately began to rock the chair again and tried to say no through the gag and this made the girls laugh once again. Julia tried to look down to see what they were doing, but tied as she was, her head movement was very limited. She jerked as she felt single fingers stroking the backs of her calves and the tops of her heels and really began writhing when the fingers began to enter her soles. Her squeals and writhing intensified and the chair looked as though it would fall apart.
"Someone has a hole in the heel of her sock." Announced Jamie.
Julia heard movement on the floor and felt two single fingers slowly stroking her left heel. She wildly writhed her foot, but a hand shot out and grabbed the top of it to hold it still. The two stroking fingers toyed with the hole in her sock and stroked the tender exposed skin. Her cackles of laughter returned and her writhing got more intense as she tried desperately to free her foot. Suddenly she felt five fingers spidering in her right sole and instantly had a conniption. The fingers lightly teased the tightly this sock covered sole and her foot flailed wildly. A hand shot out and grabbed the top of her right foot and held it still as the fingers continued their torturous torment. Suddenly the coldness of steel brought her senses back to her left foot and she began to hear a snipping. The tickling on her right sole ceased and the sound of cutting scissors filled the room. Out of the corner of her left eye she could barely make out Jamie's long red hair and knew that she was cutting the sole of her sock off. Each snip seemed to take longer than the one before and each one seemed louder than the one before as well as Julia desperately continued to try and free her foot. After what seemed like an eternity, she could feel scissors next to her toes and knew that the last of the sole was being cut off. The final snip and now every part of her sole felt a cool breeze and Jamie let go of her foot. She wildly writhed it around trying to break the bond that held it and squealed illegibly for them not to tickle her feet.
She heard whispers and giggles then felt a tight fabric sliding slowly back and forth across her sole. Jamie was now tickling her foot with the fabric that was the sole of her sock. Instantly her foot spasmed and writhed all over, but a hand shot out and held it still. The soft, this and tight cotton fabric was excruciating on her sole and her squeals went from guttural cackles to screams.
"Awwww, what's the matter Julia, does your own sock tickle you?" Asked Jamie.
"And if it does, why are you wearing them? Added Brenda.
They both laughed and Jamie continued sliding the fabric across the sole. Julia was in the worst torment she had ever been in since they had started and she more than ever wanted them to stop. This was pure torture personified and she was really rocking the chair now. She screamed full bore through the gag.
"Julia!" Brenda teased. "Did you say not the feet?"
"I think she did say that." Added Jamie. "Which tells us something."
"Get the feet." And with that Brenda spider tickled the right sole again, and this caused Julia to jump jerk and writhe all over.
"Yep." Jamie added again. "Definitely get the feet."
Julia screamed through the gag again and writhed all over as 20 fingers spider tickled her soles. She stopped when she felt a firm grip on her right foot, cold steel and more snipping. She tried desperately to free her foot from the cutting off of the sole of her sock, but Brenda held it firm and the cutting continued. As the last of the sole was cut off, Julia jerked at feeling the cold scissors next to her toes. She screamed then gutturally cackled through the gag as 10 fingers spider tickled the sole.
"Yep, you're right Jamie. Definitely get the feet. Here have a toe tie."
Julia screamed and writhed her feet all over, trying to prevent her toes from being tied. The thing that she feared most was them tying her toes to make her feet totally immobile. She could feel the ties being wrapped around her big toes and really writhed her feet as she felt them being pulled back and the other end of the ties being tied to the back chair legs. Then there was dead silence and no movement from them whatsoever and her heart pounded at the uncertain moments ahead. Suddenly she could feel cotton fabric slowly being dragged back and forth across her soles and she screamed, squealed and then cackled gutturally once more. The cotton rubbing across her soles was pure unadulterated torture and she was rocking the chair again. Her eyes clenched shut and she screamed, squealed and cackled, as her nervous system was short-circuited.
"AWWWW, what's the matter Julia, are we rubbing you the wrong way. Hmmmmm?" Asked Jamie.
"I think we are." Added Brenda, "But I like it."
"Oh me too." Replied Jamie.
Julia screamed further through the gag as the cotton was further stretched, rubbed and stroked back and forth over her soles. She prayed they would stop this unspeakable torture. Prayed that would get tired of this and stop. But it seemed that the more they tickled the more they loved it. The more they loved watching her writhe and laugh and scream through the gag.
"I forgot to ask Julia, are we Comfy?" Brenda continued tickling.
Again Julia wanted to speak, but the gag prevented that and so all she could do was to plead with her eyes. She meekly shook her head no, writhed her feet all over and strained at the bonds, arching her back and bum off the chair. As she did this, Brenda reached on either side of her, spider tickled her sides and Julia screamed loudly then fell back on the chair.
Jamie reached out and grasped Julia's left foot again and wriggled it, causing Julia to arch her back again. Once more Julia screamed loudly and arched her back and then fell back on the chair, trying to wriggle away. Again Jamie reached out and grabbed her foot, but this time holding it with one hand and tickling with the other.
Julia was really unnerved now and frantically tried pulling her foot away, but Jamie's grip and the toe tie was firm.
Julia was hit with a bolt of lightning and she rocketed off the chair by arching her back even more than before and squealing with laughter. Once again the girls all laughed and offered tickling comments and suggestions.
Jamie kept up the pressure on the now spasming sole and dug her fingers into the soft skin, Spider tickling and stroking. Julia's leg was bouncing all over and her foot was desperately trying to jerk free from the horribly torturous fingers and the toe tie.
"What's the matter Julia?" Asked Brenda. "You got ticklish feet?"
"This one is ticklish that's for sure." Jamie commented teasingly and continuing to stroke the sole. Try the other one Brenda."
Brenda wasted no time in grabbing the other foot and Julia constantly arched her back and writhed her feet, trying everything she could think of to escape the torture already being given to her and the further torture to come.
"Awww the frantic, terrified, writhing foot." Jamie announced gleefully. "Praying to stave off the torturous tickling fingers as long as possible, with the feint hope of keeping them away forever. This frantic foot, which has no hope of escape, no chance of saving itself from the vicious assault of it's already hysterically terrified nerve endings. I read that in a tickling story too."
Again this was something Julia had never experienced before and she was very uneasy. Her feet writhed intensely as she tried to free them to keep them from Jamie and Brenda's grip, but their hold was too strong and she was trapped. She exploded when she suddenly felt ten fingers, five on each foot, raking and revving up and down each sole and she screamed and writhed intensely. This brought more laughter from both girls and more intense raking and revving on her hypersensitive feet. Her feet were burning with the tickles they were forcing on her, practically branding each stroke into the heated flesh of her soles.
Julia pounded the chair with her head and bum and her shrieking to guttural laughter came in continuous 30-second spurts. Her eyes were tightly clenched shut and her mouth biting hard down on the gag.
Both Brenda and Jamie thoroughly delighted in her reactions to the torturous foot tickling and their ten fingers burrowed into the soft sensitive flesh. The more they burrowed in the more Julia shrieked and laughed gutturally and the more she shrieked and laughed gutturally, the more they burrowed in. And this torturous little circle was driving her crazy.
"Time to bring out the toys." Jamie announced."Play toys for the tickle toy."
All of a sudden Julia shrieked even more as she felt the quill end of a feather short stroking the centre of her arch. The quill was merciless as it revved repeatedly over the arch, shorting stroking as fast as possible. She continued to pound the chair with her head and bum and intensely writhe in her bondage. Then as instantly as the first quill was brought into play, a second one was now being used. The two quills devastated and thoroughly tormented the arches. She was in complete ticklish abandon.
The quills were now under her toes and she shrieked once more. Trying desperately to scrunch and clench her toes, she found it impossible as each time the quills met with her toes they splayed out in all directions. This was met with evil giggles from her ticklers and they took great delight to do each toe individually for almost a minute. Once again Julia repeatedly slammed her head and bum into the chair and screamed with laughter. She was in total agony and they didn't look as though they were going to stop anytime soon.
"Way to go Julia, that's what we like to see." Commented Brenda, giving her right foot a total workout.
"Yeah." Added Jamie. "And being as we have a long way to go, we want you to continue."
What's say you Julia?" Asked Brenda. "You want us to stop or would you not be tickled if we did."
Julia's mind was on the verge of going over the edge. Each nerve ending was repeatedly screaming and screaming, but the tickling just kept on coming and coming and coming. And the girls just kept teasing and teasing and teasing.
Each stroke was worse than before and it seemed that each stroke was longer than before. Then suddenly she erupted in violent screams of laughter and violent struggles and writhing as a nylon brush met with her left sole and she felt it raking and revving over her arch. Jamie delighted at the new round of laughter and writhing she was able to get out of the already tormented girl and continued the brushing. Suddenly another brush was brought into play and this brought still another round of screaming and writhing. The two brushes were absolute agony and she screamed wildly and strained at her bonds for all she was worth. Her mind was on the edge of imploding and her nerve endings were so fragile they could shatter at any moment. Her entire body was one giant volcanic tickle spot and she screamed as loud as she could through the gag. Her size 9 1/2s were really getting it as the brushes continued their relentless and incessant tickling. The short stroking of her arches was driving the poor girl so insane that she was violently struggling and both Brenda and Jamie had to grip her feet tighter to keep them still.
"You're the best Julia, keep it up sweetheart." Brenda announced.
"Why don't we tickle an orgasm out of her and do it slowly and oh so torturously." Jamie added. "She would be one hundred per cent more sensitive, and that means one hundred per cent more ticklish too."
The thought that they could double her sensitivity, threw her struggles into
overdrive and she arched her back in the worst way and began violently wrenching in her bonds. They wouldn't be that cruel to her, wouldn't be that sensually sadistic. But here were two ticklers bent on taking her to sensual hell and beyond. Their heaven would be her hell and she tried desperately to close her legs.
"Time for something new Julia." And with that Brenda picked up a massage vibrator turned it on and began stroking. Julia reeled seeing the dozens of vibrating little nubbly points on its circular head and instantly rocketed off the chair once more.
"Yeah." Added Jamie. "And we can also stretch out your orgasm to the limit."
Thought of any orgasm being stretched out to the limit unnerved her and she fought even more to close her legs.
"How are you doing Julia?" Brenda asked evilly. "Are you going to cum for us?"
"Of course she's going to cum for us." Announced Jamie. But she's going to cum only when we let her. And we're not ready to let her cum by a long shot. Or a long tickle." Smiling evilly, she reached over to the side table and retrieved a black mask.
"Guess whose going night, night." She hovered the blindfold over Julia's face.
Julia froze then squirmed, trying to back away from the blindfold. Brenda turned off the vibe, put it down then reached out and held her head still as Jamie fitted the mask over her eyes. Julia tried in vain to free herself from Brenda's grip but she was plunged into darkness. The girls laughed at her sightless predicament.
Then the room got silent and Julia listened intensely for any noise that the girls were making, as she now didn't know where they were. She could hear soft giggles and some sort of movement, but she couldn't see even the slightest of anything. Suddenly she felt the gossamer touch of a feather caressing her left armpit, and squealed and jerked. Another Feather settled onto her right armpit and she squealed and jerked once more. The feathers began to tease the pits by darting in and out, touching here and stroking there. Teasing, touching and stroking the deepest recesses inside the pits and caressing the backs of them. Julia tried desperately to bring her arms down but found it impossible. The girls delighted in this division of her senses and the rapid fire with which they struck. They once more had her on the edge as well as at their complete mercy, as she squealed and writhed her head from side to side.
The feathers suddenly stopped their merciless torment and Julia grabbed as much air as she could, not knowing when the tickling would start up again. She arched her back at again feeling a gossamer touch of a feather in one armpit then the other. The feathers began to meander all over the armpits once more, seeking out the deepest recesses below and Julia began to writhe. The gossamer stroking didn't last long as the feathers were replaced with quills that constantly raked the tender pits and she erupted with screams of laughter through the gag. Each stroke was pure unadulterated torture and they were driving her insane with their methodical repetition. Then as suddenly the tickling started it stopped and once again there was silence.
Instantly she felt two quills short stroking the outlines of her ribs and she again rocketed off the chair and violently writhed. This brought squeals and laughs of delight from her ticklers and they continued to trace her ribs. The quills, tracing each rib from tips to back was more torture and she wanted desperately to get away from it.
Both girls now uses the feather parts again and as they reached the bottom ribs and traced their outlines, they skated away in a graceful arc across her tender tummy, swooping in and out of her button. Julia once again arched her back then fell back onto her chair and violently writhed and screamed with laughter.
"What's the matter Julia, tummy tickling too much for you huh?"
Julia screamed as the fingers continued to torment her tummy. She was going through pure unadulterated hell and it was wearing her down, but her ticklers were relentless, merciless and sadistic.
"Okay lets stop." Brenda announced. "I wonder what Julia would look like with her panties and bra off."
Julia suddenly felt the cold steel of the scissors as they cut away at the panty straps and then felt the cut panties being pulled out from under her. She felt the same as the bra was removed and she writhed to protect herself in anyway and everyway possible.
She squealed and screamed through the gag as while she couldn't see, she knew the closer feather the closer the feather got to her crotch and begged and pleaded with her eyes not to go any further. She bucked and writhed as the feather made its initial pass over her tender lips and begged and pleaded even more.
"AWW what's the matter Julia, you got the hots for this feather here?" Brenda again stroked the tender lips, this time only slower and meandering over both lips at the same time. The girls delighted at how the lips began to pulsate and how Julia bounced up and down on the chair.
Julia's body was in constant writhing and she desperately tried to close her legs. The worse thing was that she could feel an orgasm building up inside of her and she was desperate to quell it at any cost.
"Okay lets stop." Brenda announced. "Time for the new and extremely torturous toy."
As Brenda touched Julia's right armpit, the vibrating sensation threw her into a frenzy of writhing and squeals and screams through the gag, as it was pure torture.
This is a tickle that we'll remember for a long time to come." Announced Jamie.
Brenda cruised the vibe all over and inside the armpit and the chair rocked even more. She now entered the tops ribs and began to slowly stroke the vibe down to the waist. Julia's squeals now turned into continuous gags and she continued to rock the chair. The vibe slowly enter her hip area and then caressed and teased the bone. Julia watched as the vibe entered her mound and instantly her lips spasmed and she once again bounced in the chair. The vibe toyed and teased the tender lips as Julia's senses were being demolished.
Then the vibe cruised off her mound and back over her thigh, but it didn't stop there. Instead Brenda stroked the vibe down the leg as she cruised closer and closer to the right foot. Julia knew where the vibe was heading and tried desperately to free her foot. Reaching the heel the vibe sent her into orbit with gagged screaming and off the scale struggles. Her bare heel shook and shivered as the vibe cruised over it and ballet danced all over. Her entire foot shook and shivered as Brenda cruised down the sole and into the arch.
"Listen to her scream," Jamie commented. "I'm glad we gagged her."
"We didn't gag this foot though and I love its reactions. Simply off the scale and off the wall.
Julia was screaming through the gag as loud as she could, trying desperately to make them understand that she wanted them to stop, but the cackles took over. It neither Brenda or Jamie looked as though they would stop tickling.
"Jamie, there's another vibe on the shelf there. Care to put her into overdrive?"
Julia screamed loudly once more and Jamie didn't need a second thought as she grabbed the other vibe and took her position by the left foot. Brenda nodded and they both began cruising their vibes up and down the frantically writhing soles, making Julia scream and cackle wildly and writhe all over. Both girls smiled, hi-fived each other and continued tickling. This was the moment they had been searching and waiting for, the ultimate tickling moment, that moment when nirvana and ecstasy of sensual tickle torture come together as one. This however was pure unadulterated hell for Julia and it looked as thought she would rock the chair so hard she would demolish it.
"I think there's teeth marks big time in your ball gag." Jaime remarked.
"Oooohh I have no doubt." Brenda replied. A little extra souvenir of her tickle."
"I know what souvenir I want from her tickle; I want this silver ivy toe ring." Jamie added.
"Hmmmmm, I would mind the one on this foot either. Shall we collect?"
Julia screamed again and tried in vein to break the toe ties, which made both girls laugh and grasp the toe rings.
"I guess that means we can have them" Jamie responded. "Thank you Julia that’s so nice of you to give them up." She began to wriggle the ring on the second toe and Julia scrunched them to keep it on.
"Now that's being very naughty Julia." Brenda took a firm hold of her left foot. "You unclench your toes and let her have it, and let me have the other one.
Julia clenched her toes twice as hard now and again tried to writhe her feet, but Jamie slowly bent the toe back and began to wriggle the ring off. She wriggled it and popped the ring off and Brenda grabbed the right foot and began to do the same. They both held their prizes high and announced victory.
Julia screamed and writhed all over shaking her head to say no.
"Sorry Julia." Jamie replied laughing. "But you’re ours and I'm going to wear mine on my toe to fondly remind me of your adorable and extremely ticklish feet. I got that idea from a tickling story I recently read."
"I read the same story and so I'll do the same. Just think Julia, a little piece of you warmly snuggling up next to my toes. The thought of that makes them tingly all over."
"Mine too." Added Jamie.
Brenda resumed the vibing of her right foot and Jamie continued vibing the left foot. Julia cackled, writhed then erupted with a powerful arching of her back and a stream of love juices shot out. The girls all watched as she shivered and shook as the juices came pouring out and the lips pulsated like crazy. Her enlarged womanhood spasmed and writhed and she continued to shiver and shake.
"Way to go Julia." Jamie commented. "We said you'd have an orgasm and you certainly did."
"And I am so overjoyed you had a big one Julia." Brenda added.
"Why is that Brenda?"
"Well you know that the more powerful the orgasm, the more sensitive a woman is after it. At least 100 per cent, or in Julia's case, far more than 100 per cent."
"And if she's more sensitive?" Jamie asked, knowing full well the answer.
"She's more ticklish."
"Well now, what's say you to that Julia." Jamie asked. "It looks at though we have the exquisitely delightful task of tickling you all over again."
"This time how about spread-eagled on her back. She's already stripped, so lets get her stretched and stroked."
Julia screamed again, shook her head no and both girls laughed and began untying her.
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