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Sensually Senseless…
Inspired by Sugarmouse,
Written, by Ticklishscribe
c. 2003.
"We will tickle you sensually senseless." Brenda spoke quietly and smiled slightly.
The evening sun filtered through she open mini blinds and while its light was muted and caressed Jen's spread-eagle taught tied body; her long black hair with pink and purple highlights was ablaze from its rays.
Jen was alone, aside from two of her lodgers, whom she suddenly found out had a secret love for her. Being also blindfolded she was virtually senseless. In her spread-eagle state, her armpits now wide open and helpless, her ribs and tummy unprotected and her feet totally alone and at the will of their mercy...
The firmness of her bed and she snugness of she ropes brought her back, and she again saw the blindfold. She felt a delicate breeze kiss and filter through her satin nightclothes, to caress her bare skin. She could even feel the breeze on her feet and she wriggled them.
"Such pretty feet." Brenda quietly spoke.
Jen jerked at her words; the first words she had spoken since tying her down.
Angie took hold of Jen's left foot, softly kissing the toes as they wriggled. "Ah, such lovely size 6s, so inviting."
"Look guys, it's nice that you feel the way that you do, but you're scaring me here."
They both looked at Jen and could see the sunlight caressing her upper body, then Brenda came up and sat down beside her chest. Raising her arms over her shoulders, she flexed and wriggled her fingers inches from her armpits...
"Sorry about scaring you my squeaky little sugarhouse; we don't want to scare you, we want to make you laugh."
She felt Brenda's body next to her and squirmed a little as she felt the feather touch of her fingers. Her eyes closed tight and she bit her lip, trying as hard as she could not to laugh. Brenda's fingers began in a swirling motion and glided across her sensitive armpits. Then with lightning swiftness she dug them in and Jen erupted with shrieks of squeaky laughter.
"NA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
"Nice opening Jen, I can see we're going to have fun with you."
The suddenness of the attack and she fact that she couldn't see made the sensations almost unbearable. She couldn't anticipate where Brenda would tickle next, and her body writhed against the bonds as she tried to escape. Her nightclothes were useless as any sort of protection for her as Brenda's fingers seemed to reach right through them. Jen's head was rapidly moving from side to side and her mouth was wide open.
Brenda moved her hands slowly down Jen's armpits and also began rubbing the top of her ribcage as well. With that came another eruption in that she began to buck wildly, thrusting her chest in the air and beginning to scream with laughter. Being stretched out and tied down didn't allow her much room to manoeuvre, but never she less she tried.
"Ang' why don't you take the feet."
"NO! DON'T DO THAT! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!"
Brenda stopped tickling and sat beside Jen, then leaned forward and kissed her on she lips. "Well as we mentioned Jen, since we moved in we've developed certain feelings for you." She slowly began to unbutton Jen's shirt of her nightclothes.
"Yeah." Added Angie. "Feelings."
"W-w-hat do you mean feelings?" Jen was becoming more nervous and instantly began struggling and writhing to keep her top on.
"Jen you're beautiful, absolutely sensually beautiful."
"And that does something to us inside." Angie added again.
Jen's mind was reeling from these two abrupt statements, and she struggled on he bed.
"Look guys that's really nice of you to say that, but I don't swing that way."
"Swing what way?" Brenda winked at Angie, then she moved back on the bed, got on her knees, placed her fingertips squarely on Jen's ribcage and began to rub vigorously. Jen began bucking and wildly squeaking screaming again and Brenda straddled her, holding her waist down. Her head still rocked from side to side and Brenda could feel her volcanic movement underneath.
NA HA HA HA HA HA OH GOD NO STOP! HA HA --ahah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! D-don't d-d-do thhhaaat!
Angie rubbed Jen's armpits long and hard, tickling her half to death and this brought forth another, jagged round of squeaks from her captive's undulating chest and made her buck more on the bed
Brenda put all ten of her fingers on Jen's top ribs, pressed firmly and began sliding them back and forth to explore every millimetre. Jen struggled as much as the bonds would let her and the intense bucking continued. Brenda's fingers once again made contact with both sides of Jen's ribcage, and she bucked so hard Brenda could almost feel the bed move. Jen pounded the pillow with the back of her head, going into ticklish convulsions and pulled against her trapped ankles and her toes wriggled frantically.
"Now was that intense or what." Brenda asked, smiling and lifting her hands away from her. "That was only just the beginning. Sweetheart."
"Oh, God no, don't TOUCH me! Don't t-tickle--" she pleaded, writhing like crazy
Angie cupped the hand under Jen's left heel, gripped the foot tightly and began to spider tickle up and down the sole. Jen's leg bounced up and down and she writhed all over, desperately trying to fee her foot from Angie's grip.
Brenda's fingers again came down on both sides of her ribcage just outside her breasts and Jen, almost exhausted from all the tickling she had already given her, continued to buck wildly even without her moving her fingers. Then, slowly and sensuously, Brenda began moving them up toward her armpits again, rubbing along the bare, skin. She could feel Jen's delicate, finely sculpted ribs expand and contract spasmodically as she went wild in her bondage, laughing helplessly.
Being tickled in one area of her body was bad enough, but being tickled in two places at once, was pure torture.
"WHY ARE Y-Y-Y-OU D-D-DOING THIS T-T-OO MEEE!"
Brenda ran her fingers up and down Jen's helpless torso up to her armpits, then down along the hypersensitive ribs. She continued down to the bottom edge of her spasmodic ribcage, and again her arms and legs flailed as much as their bonds allowed, and she bed still rocked with her struggles.
"Because we love you Jen." Brenda announced. "Okay Ang' lets give her a break. Time for a rest." Brenda said, watching her laughter subside into spurts of. Spasmodic laughter. Jen was frenzied on the bed and covered with sweat; her long hair was a wild mess around her head, locks stuck to her forehead and neck and cheeks. Her writhing began to subside and she sucked in as much air as possible. Her entire body rolled slowly from side to side, as the sweat continued to fall and she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling like the pounding surf. Her head moved slower now and spasmodic giggles echoed from deep inside of her. The sweat ran from her like a raging river and she was almost shivering.
Brenda nodded and Angie began tickling again. Jen shrieked and writhed all over. Both girls took great delight in watching Jen's toes seeking some sort of refuge, but never finding any as Angie's fingers tickled the base of them.
Brenda straddled Jen's hips again and slipped both hands onto her sides at the base of the breasts and instantly Jen hiccupped her way into new laughter. Brenda knew she'd found the right place, as Jen went wild under her. Jen's forced laughter was maniacal, out of control, and teetering on the brink of madness.
"Oh Gggood n-nooo--p-pleeea-a-a-agahhhhhh--NAH HAH HAH AHAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAAAAAAA! I don't waaant you doing thaaat!"
Her breasts were almost unbearably soft and virgin, and they immediately quivered under her touch. Jen continued to go wild in her bondage, screaming helplessly as she was delivered into ticklish hell. She was almost being driven into madness as she felt each touch, every slightest movement against her skin, and each movement increased her sensitivity a hundredfold.
"NAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! HAH HA--AHAAHAHAH HAHAHA HAH HAH HAH HAAAAAAAAA! P-plee--EEEEEESEE!"
Brenda rubbed her chest, running her fingers along the supersensitive ribs and continued down to the bottom edge of Jen's spasming ribcage.
Angie was continuing to tickle Jen's spasming foot like there was no tomorrow and she dug in under the toes. This caused Jen to buck and Brenda had to quickly steady herself.
"You know what your problem is." Brenda said. "You're too ticklish. And we have to solve that problem. In fact we have to get to the foot of she problem right now."
"Why do we have to solve the problem?" Asked Angie. "Why can't we just enjoy it. You want to join me on the feet.
"NONONO, PLEASE! NOT MY FEET! PLEASE DON'T TOUCH MY FEET AGAIN! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, JUST DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!"
"But your feet are so ticklish Jen." Angie replied. "I just love it when they wriggle and squirm; it shows just how ticklish they are."
Jen again jerked hard at the feeling of a finger slithering up she sole of her left foot and arched her back; wrists and ankles pulling against the bonds that held her to the bed. Her legs tensed and jerked helplessly against the ropes binding her bare feet to she corners of the bed; her naked toes utterly defenceless before Angie and her ravenous appetite.
"Pleeeze, no more! Show some mercy! Pleeeeeze!"
Angie lightly applied her fingers to the bottom of her left foot, rubbing the soft, skin up and down the midline of Jen's high arch. Her toes wriggled feverously and she broke into a stream of jagged laughter. Angie savoured Jen's twists and turns in her bondage as her fingers played with her foot. Then without warning, she reached across with her other hand and tickled the toes of Jen's other foot and her laughter doubled in intensity.
"NAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! P- p-pleeeeesheEEEEEE St-st-st-stop! HA HA HA HA hahahaha."
Angie's fingers walked endlessly up and down Jen's insteps and she went into convulsions. She bucked, back arching sharply, and then falling when her laughter stole her strength.
Angie switched solely back to Jen's left foot; working she nerve endings in that foot with knowledge and skill she had gained.
"NAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! HAH HA--AHAHAH AHAHAHA H HAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!"
Jen struggled and bucked, toes wriggling, hands grasping and reaching, frenzied squeaky laughter that went on and on and on.
Brenda took hold of the right foot and raked and revved her fingers deep into the arch. She began scrubbing she bottom of the foot with the fingers of both hands at once.
" Oh Gggood n-nooo--p-pleeea-a-a-agahhhhhh St-st-s-s-ha ha ha ha hap Nhhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--ha ha ha ha ha ha
Now Angie and Brenda played their fingers up and down Jen's feet, stroking with slow motions, going from heel to toes and back, speeding up with each pass. Soon they both had to grip the feet more tightly to keep them still and they revved their fingers back and forth as fast as they could.
"NAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! P- p-pleeeeeEEEEEEES! St-st-st-stop! HA HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA hahahaha."
"Okay another break." Called Brenda.
Once more Jen sucked in as much air as possible and begged for her freedom. Brenda and Angie came up and lay on either side of her.
"Jen." Angie spoke. "You're not only beautiful, but you're off the scale ticklish." She leaned over and gave Jen a passionate kiss on the lips and began cuddling her. Brenda began to kiss her as well.
Jen was trying everything she could to first, get away from their kisses and second, get away from the torturous tickling they were giving her.
Both Brenda and Angie looked at Jen, their faces inches from here and smiled. Jen could feel fingers creeping along her arms and she braced for the worse when they entered her armpits. Five fingers each sat there like spiders waiting on their webs for some poor unsuspecting fly to get trapped. Then the spiders pounced, both tickling the Armpits all over, seeking the deepest recesses. Jen arched her back and let out a single scream, followed by the most intense squeaking laughter they had ever heard from her.
Both girls took great delight in Jen's continuous bucking and bouncing, watching her head and bum repeatedly slamming into the mattress. Jen was off the scale ticklish and they were taking her as far away from the scale as they could get.
"Gives us the works Jen." Brenda asked.
"Yeah, more of this please." Angie added.
"Rib time again!" Announced Brenda. And with that she pressed five fingers onto the right side of Jen's top ribs where they met with the breasts and rubbed firmly. Angie did the same to the left side and Jen was now rocking the bed. Both girls hi-fived each other and continued the rib rubbing.
This was pure agony for Jen as 20 fingers now played havoc with her ribs and her senses, simultaneously digging under them. This second round of rib tickling was even worse than the first and Jen's bucking, struggling and writhing was now erratic and even more intense.
As Brenda and Angie's fingers continued to caress her ribs, they spread and wriggled and she broke into still another stream of jagged squeaky laughter. While she tried desperately to break the bathrobe sashes holding her down, Brenda tickled and scratched one side, never stopping, never falling into a rhythm that Jen might get used to. Her fingers travelled the hypersensitive ribs and Jen laughed until her breath vanished. But when Jen opened her mouth wide and started bucking again. Brenda knew she was doing something right.
"P-p pleeesee sheeeze, stooooopppp!" She finally blurted out. "NAhhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Hah hah ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahahaha haaaaa! N-n-nooo! Oh-G-G-God-hah hahah"
Brenda and Angie had to continue to work the ribs as Jen fought like a wildcat. Each minute was torment, and just when she thought she was getting herself under control and the tickling subsided, she burst out with new laughter as she felt those terrible fingers rubbing and screamed. Beneath her, the bed groaned with her struggles against the posts she was tied to.
"Pleeeeze! Please, Brendaaaaaa! Nah hah haha haaaa! N-no more! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa!ahhhhhahahahahahahahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah haaa!
Brenda then reached down beside the bed and brought up a massage vibrator. The head on it was circular and had dozens of little nubbly points. Turning it on, the vibrator began to hum and its sound softly resonated throughout the room.
"Ooh my g-g-god." She was almost breathless and her voice quavered. "Time for more feet." Brenda whispered.
Straddling Jen's left leg with her back to her and taking hold of left foot, Brenda placed the vibrator's tips on the tips of the toes. A few seconds of the vibrator on the toes made Jen hysterical once more, with more bucking on the bed and again pounding her bottom on the mattress. Brenda played the vibrator up and down the foot, stroking it with slow, going from heel to toes and back. Again she had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still. She held the vibrator and moved it up and down, always keeping it at the centre of the sole.
"Pleeeze, no more! Show some mercy! Pleeeeeze! Please."
Brenda bent Jen's toes back and placed the vibrator into the hypersensitive crevices at the base and moved it from side to side. Jen bucked and squeaked wildly. Brenda tickled the sole for a few minutes, attacking the soft, skin on the thrashing foot. Even just placing the vibrator on the sole was enough to keep Jen laughing. She kept vibrating at that angle and Jen shivered and shuddered and her laughter became fragmented.
TH-th-th i-i-s-s-i-s p-p-pure T-t-t-torture! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Brenda then moved over to her other foot, and when the vibrator met with the toes Jen's reaction was electric, her foot squirmed feverously and her whole body shook and shivered.
"OHHH SHIIITTT, Yooou're both saaadistic." Her breathing was jagged and quick.
The doorbell rang and both Brenda and Angie looked at each other.
"Just what we need Jen, someone else to help us tickle you."
Jen went to scream, but a gag was stuffed in her mouth.
Angie left the room and Jen could hear the front door opening. She could hear a male voice and hear Angie welcoming him in and she tried to scream through the gag, but all that came out was a muffled one.
Jen could now hear two people approaching and she listened intently.
"You were expecting a visitor from Canada Jen? Brenda take off the blindfold."
Jen blinked a couple of times as the light pierced her eyes and looked over at the person standing in the doorway. Because of the torturous tickling her lodgers were giving her, she had totally forgotten about her visitor, and there was Gordon standing before her.
"Jen, this is a welcome beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you so much."
"Your wildest dreams?" Asked Angie. And just what exactly were you planning on doing with and/or to her, that involved her being tied down.
"I came here to meet Jen, as we both have a love for tickling."
"Jen! You love to be tickled?" Asked Brenda, stroking her right breast again.
Jen screamed through the gag and writhed once more.
Well you've come to the right place and the right girl." Announced Brenda. She's one giant tickle spot."
"This is going to be so cool" Added Angie. "A three on one; would you like her feet Gordon?"
Inspired by Sugarmouse,
Written, by Ticklishscribe
c. 2003.
"We will tickle you sensually senseless." Brenda spoke quietly and smiled slightly.
The evening sun filtered through she open mini blinds and while its light was muted and caressed Jen's spread-eagle taught tied body; her long black hair with pink and purple highlights was ablaze from its rays.
Jen was alone, aside from two of her lodgers, whom she suddenly found out had a secret love for her. Being also blindfolded she was virtually senseless. In her spread-eagle state, her armpits now wide open and helpless, her ribs and tummy unprotected and her feet totally alone and at the will of their mercy...
The firmness of her bed and she snugness of she ropes brought her back, and she again saw the blindfold. She felt a delicate breeze kiss and filter through her satin nightclothes, to caress her bare skin. She could even feel the breeze on her feet and she wriggled them.
"Such pretty feet." Brenda quietly spoke.
Jen jerked at her words; the first words she had spoken since tying her down.
Angie took hold of Jen's left foot, softly kissing the toes as they wriggled. "Ah, such lovely size 6s, so inviting."
"Look guys, it's nice that you feel the way that you do, but you're scaring me here."
They both looked at Jen and could see the sunlight caressing her upper body, then Brenda came up and sat down beside her chest. Raising her arms over her shoulders, she flexed and wriggled her fingers inches from her armpits...
"Sorry about scaring you my squeaky little sugarhouse; we don't want to scare you, we want to make you laugh."
She felt Brenda's body next to her and squirmed a little as she felt the feather touch of her fingers. Her eyes closed tight and she bit her lip, trying as hard as she could not to laugh. Brenda's fingers began in a swirling motion and glided across her sensitive armpits. Then with lightning swiftness she dug them in and Jen erupted with shrieks of squeaky laughter.
"NA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
"Nice opening Jen, I can see we're going to have fun with you."
The suddenness of the attack and she fact that she couldn't see made the sensations almost unbearable. She couldn't anticipate where Brenda would tickle next, and her body writhed against the bonds as she tried to escape. Her nightclothes were useless as any sort of protection for her as Brenda's fingers seemed to reach right through them. Jen's head was rapidly moving from side to side and her mouth was wide open.
Brenda moved her hands slowly down Jen's armpits and also began rubbing the top of her ribcage as well. With that came another eruption in that she began to buck wildly, thrusting her chest in the air and beginning to scream with laughter. Being stretched out and tied down didn't allow her much room to manoeuvre, but never she less she tried.
"Ang' why don't you take the feet."
"NO! DON'T DO THAT! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!"
Brenda stopped tickling and sat beside Jen, then leaned forward and kissed her on she lips. "Well as we mentioned Jen, since we moved in we've developed certain feelings for you." She slowly began to unbutton Jen's shirt of her nightclothes.
"Yeah." Added Angie. "Feelings."
"W-w-hat do you mean feelings?" Jen was becoming more nervous and instantly began struggling and writhing to keep her top on.
"Jen you're beautiful, absolutely sensually beautiful."
"And that does something to us inside." Angie added again.
Jen's mind was reeling from these two abrupt statements, and she struggled on he bed.
"Look guys that's really nice of you to say that, but I don't swing that way."
"Swing what way?" Brenda winked at Angie, then she moved back on the bed, got on her knees, placed her fingertips squarely on Jen's ribcage and began to rub vigorously. Jen began bucking and wildly squeaking screaming again and Brenda straddled her, holding her waist down. Her head still rocked from side to side and Brenda could feel her volcanic movement underneath.
NA HA HA HA HA HA OH GOD NO STOP! HA HA --ahah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! D-don't d-d-do thhhaaat!
Angie rubbed Jen's armpits long and hard, tickling her half to death and this brought forth another, jagged round of squeaks from her captive's undulating chest and made her buck more on the bed
Brenda put all ten of her fingers on Jen's top ribs, pressed firmly and began sliding them back and forth to explore every millimetre. Jen struggled as much as the bonds would let her and the intense bucking continued. Brenda's fingers once again made contact with both sides of Jen's ribcage, and she bucked so hard Brenda could almost feel the bed move. Jen pounded the pillow with the back of her head, going into ticklish convulsions and pulled against her trapped ankles and her toes wriggled frantically.
"Now was that intense or what." Brenda asked, smiling and lifting her hands away from her. "That was only just the beginning. Sweetheart."
"Oh, God no, don't TOUCH me! Don't t-tickle--" she pleaded, writhing like crazy
Angie cupped the hand under Jen's left heel, gripped the foot tightly and began to spider tickle up and down the sole. Jen's leg bounced up and down and she writhed all over, desperately trying to fee her foot from Angie's grip.
Brenda's fingers again came down on both sides of her ribcage just outside her breasts and Jen, almost exhausted from all the tickling she had already given her, continued to buck wildly even without her moving her fingers. Then, slowly and sensuously, Brenda began moving them up toward her armpits again, rubbing along the bare, skin. She could feel Jen's delicate, finely sculpted ribs expand and contract spasmodically as she went wild in her bondage, laughing helplessly.
Being tickled in one area of her body was bad enough, but being tickled in two places at once, was pure torture.
"WHY ARE Y-Y-Y-OU D-D-DOING THIS T-T-OO MEEE!"
Brenda ran her fingers up and down Jen's helpless torso up to her armpits, then down along the hypersensitive ribs. She continued down to the bottom edge of her spasmodic ribcage, and again her arms and legs flailed as much as their bonds allowed, and she bed still rocked with her struggles.
"Because we love you Jen." Brenda announced. "Okay Ang' lets give her a break. Time for a rest." Brenda said, watching her laughter subside into spurts of. Spasmodic laughter. Jen was frenzied on the bed and covered with sweat; her long hair was a wild mess around her head, locks stuck to her forehead and neck and cheeks. Her writhing began to subside and she sucked in as much air as possible. Her entire body rolled slowly from side to side, as the sweat continued to fall and she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling like the pounding surf. Her head moved slower now and spasmodic giggles echoed from deep inside of her. The sweat ran from her like a raging river and she was almost shivering.
Brenda nodded and Angie began tickling again. Jen shrieked and writhed all over. Both girls took great delight in watching Jen's toes seeking some sort of refuge, but never finding any as Angie's fingers tickled the base of them.
Brenda straddled Jen's hips again and slipped both hands onto her sides at the base of the breasts and instantly Jen hiccupped her way into new laughter. Brenda knew she'd found the right place, as Jen went wild under her. Jen's forced laughter was maniacal, out of control, and teetering on the brink of madness.
"Oh Gggood n-nooo--p-pleeea-a-a-agahhhhhh--NAH HAH HAH AHAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAAAAAAA! I don't waaant you doing thaaat!"
Her breasts were almost unbearably soft and virgin, and they immediately quivered under her touch. Jen continued to go wild in her bondage, screaming helplessly as she was delivered into ticklish hell. She was almost being driven into madness as she felt each touch, every slightest movement against her skin, and each movement increased her sensitivity a hundredfold.
"NAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! HAH HA--AHAAHAHAH HAHAHA HAH HAH HAH HAAAAAAAAA! P-plee--EEEEEESEE!"
Brenda rubbed her chest, running her fingers along the supersensitive ribs and continued down to the bottom edge of Jen's spasming ribcage.
Angie was continuing to tickle Jen's spasming foot like there was no tomorrow and she dug in under the toes. This caused Jen to buck and Brenda had to quickly steady herself.
"You know what your problem is." Brenda said. "You're too ticklish. And we have to solve that problem. In fact we have to get to the foot of she problem right now."
"Why do we have to solve the problem?" Asked Angie. "Why can't we just enjoy it. You want to join me on the feet.
"NONONO, PLEASE! NOT MY FEET! PLEASE DON'T TOUCH MY FEET AGAIN! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, JUST DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!"
"But your feet are so ticklish Jen." Angie replied. "I just love it when they wriggle and squirm; it shows just how ticklish they are."
Jen again jerked hard at the feeling of a finger slithering up she sole of her left foot and arched her back; wrists and ankles pulling against the bonds that held her to the bed. Her legs tensed and jerked helplessly against the ropes binding her bare feet to she corners of the bed; her naked toes utterly defenceless before Angie and her ravenous appetite.
"Pleeeze, no more! Show some mercy! Pleeeeeze!"
Angie lightly applied her fingers to the bottom of her left foot, rubbing the soft, skin up and down the midline of Jen's high arch. Her toes wriggled feverously and she broke into a stream of jagged laughter. Angie savoured Jen's twists and turns in her bondage as her fingers played with her foot. Then without warning, she reached across with her other hand and tickled the toes of Jen's other foot and her laughter doubled in intensity.
"NAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! P- p-pleeeeesheEEEEEE St-st-st-stop! HA HA HA HA hahahaha."
Angie's fingers walked endlessly up and down Jen's insteps and she went into convulsions. She bucked, back arching sharply, and then falling when her laughter stole her strength.
Angie switched solely back to Jen's left foot; working she nerve endings in that foot with knowledge and skill she had gained.
"NAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! HAH HA--AHAHAH AHAHAHA H HAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!"
Jen struggled and bucked, toes wriggling, hands grasping and reaching, frenzied squeaky laughter that went on and on and on.
Brenda took hold of the right foot and raked and revved her fingers deep into the arch. She began scrubbing she bottom of the foot with the fingers of both hands at once.
" Oh Gggood n-nooo--p-pleeea-a-a-agahhhhhh St-st-s-s-ha ha ha ha hap Nhhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--ha ha ha ha ha ha
Now Angie and Brenda played their fingers up and down Jen's feet, stroking with slow motions, going from heel to toes and back, speeding up with each pass. Soon they both had to grip the feet more tightly to keep them still and they revved their fingers back and forth as fast as they could.
"NAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! P- p-pleeeeeEEEEEEES! St-st-st-stop! HA HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA hahahaha."
"Okay another break." Called Brenda.
Once more Jen sucked in as much air as possible and begged for her freedom. Brenda and Angie came up and lay on either side of her.
"Jen." Angie spoke. "You're not only beautiful, but you're off the scale ticklish." She leaned over and gave Jen a passionate kiss on the lips and began cuddling her. Brenda began to kiss her as well.
Jen was trying everything she could to first, get away from their kisses and second, get away from the torturous tickling they were giving her.
Both Brenda and Angie looked at Jen, their faces inches from here and smiled. Jen could feel fingers creeping along her arms and she braced for the worse when they entered her armpits. Five fingers each sat there like spiders waiting on their webs for some poor unsuspecting fly to get trapped. Then the spiders pounced, both tickling the Armpits all over, seeking the deepest recesses. Jen arched her back and let out a single scream, followed by the most intense squeaking laughter they had ever heard from her.
Both girls took great delight in Jen's continuous bucking and bouncing, watching her head and bum repeatedly slamming into the mattress. Jen was off the scale ticklish and they were taking her as far away from the scale as they could get.
"Gives us the works Jen." Brenda asked.
"Yeah, more of this please." Angie added.
"Rib time again!" Announced Brenda. And with that she pressed five fingers onto the right side of Jen's top ribs where they met with the breasts and rubbed firmly. Angie did the same to the left side and Jen was now rocking the bed. Both girls hi-fived each other and continued the rib rubbing.
This was pure agony for Jen as 20 fingers now played havoc with her ribs and her senses, simultaneously digging under them. This second round of rib tickling was even worse than the first and Jen's bucking, struggling and writhing was now erratic and even more intense.
As Brenda and Angie's fingers continued to caress her ribs, they spread and wriggled and she broke into still another stream of jagged squeaky laughter. While she tried desperately to break the bathrobe sashes holding her down, Brenda tickled and scratched one side, never stopping, never falling into a rhythm that Jen might get used to. Her fingers travelled the hypersensitive ribs and Jen laughed until her breath vanished. But when Jen opened her mouth wide and started bucking again. Brenda knew she was doing something right.
"P-p pleeesee sheeeze, stooooopppp!" She finally blurted out. "NAhhhh--hah hah hah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa! Hah hah ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahahaha haaaaa! N-n-nooo! Oh-G-G-God-hah hahah"
Brenda and Angie had to continue to work the ribs as Jen fought like a wildcat. Each minute was torment, and just when she thought she was getting herself under control and the tickling subsided, she burst out with new laughter as she felt those terrible fingers rubbing and screamed. Beneath her, the bed groaned with her struggles against the posts she was tied to.
"Pleeeeze! Please, Brendaaaaaa! Nah hah haha haaaa! N-no more! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa!ahhhhhahahahahahahahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah haaa!
Brenda then reached down beside the bed and brought up a massage vibrator. The head on it was circular and had dozens of little nubbly points. Turning it on, the vibrator began to hum and its sound softly resonated throughout the room.
"Ooh my g-g-god." She was almost breathless and her voice quavered. "Time for more feet." Brenda whispered.
Straddling Jen's left leg with her back to her and taking hold of left foot, Brenda placed the vibrator's tips on the tips of the toes. A few seconds of the vibrator on the toes made Jen hysterical once more, with more bucking on the bed and again pounding her bottom on the mattress. Brenda played the vibrator up and down the foot, stroking it with slow, going from heel to toes and back. Again she had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still. She held the vibrator and moved it up and down, always keeping it at the centre of the sole.
"Pleeeze, no more! Show some mercy! Pleeeeeze! Please."
Brenda bent Jen's toes back and placed the vibrator into the hypersensitive crevices at the base and moved it from side to side. Jen bucked and squeaked wildly. Brenda tickled the sole for a few minutes, attacking the soft, skin on the thrashing foot. Even just placing the vibrator on the sole was enough to keep Jen laughing. She kept vibrating at that angle and Jen shivered and shuddered and her laughter became fragmented.
TH-th-th i-i-s-s-i-s p-p-pure T-t-t-torture! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Brenda then moved over to her other foot, and when the vibrator met with the toes Jen's reaction was electric, her foot squirmed feverously and her whole body shook and shivered.
"OHHH SHIIITTT, Yooou're both saaadistic." Her breathing was jagged and quick.
The doorbell rang and both Brenda and Angie looked at each other.
"Just what we need Jen, someone else to help us tickle you."
Jen went to scream, but a gag was stuffed in her mouth.
Angie left the room and Jen could hear the front door opening. She could hear a male voice and hear Angie welcoming him in and she tried to scream through the gag, but all that came out was a muffled one.
Jen could now hear two people approaching and she listened intently.
"You were expecting a visitor from Canada Jen? Brenda take off the blindfold."
Jen blinked a couple of times as the light pierced her eyes and looked over at the person standing in the doorway. Because of the torturous tickling her lodgers were giving her, she had totally forgotten about her visitor, and there was Gordon standing before her.
"Jen, this is a welcome beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you so much."
"Your wildest dreams?" Asked Angie. And just what exactly were you planning on doing with and/or to her, that involved her being tied down.
"I came here to meet Jen, as we both have a love for tickling."
"Jen! You love to be tickled?" Asked Brenda, stroking her right breast again.
Jen screamed through the gag and writhed once more.
Well you've come to the right place and the right girl." Announced Brenda. She's one giant tickle spot."
"This is going to be so cool" Added Angie. "A three on one; would you like her feet Gordon?"
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