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The F 9 ½ Keys.
Inspired by TMF's Tiklynn, (pic below)
Written by ticklishscribe.
c. 2006
Lynn struggled like crazy as Brandy and Rhiannan heaved her onto her tummy on the bed then straddled her and held her down.
“There.” Brandy announced. “Now don’t those cuffs look nice on your wrists.”
“I think some cuffs on her ankles would look even nicer.” Rhiannan added.
They each took an ankle and began to tie them to the bottom corners of the bed. Lynn continued to fight like a tiger, but in a moment she was tied spread to the bed.
Lynn looked nervously at the two girls, as she lay tied spread-eagled to her double bed. She didn't like the sweet, smug smiles on both their faces and was getting even more nervous wondering what they had in mind for her.
"We comfy Lynn?" Asked Brandy. "We wouldn't want you uncomfortable."
She shifted her head from one side to another, her brown eyes darted from one girl to the other and she nervously watched their every move.
"We know how much you want this from the both of us and we simply must get those ticklish feet." Rhiannan Added.
Both girls had those sweet smug smiles again and that made Lynn even more nervous. And the phrase, "We simply must get those ticklish feet,", plus the fact that both girls were now standing at the foot of the bed, was really putting her on edge.
“And we’re so excited about tickling you.” Rhiannan added. “That we’ve decided to write a tickling story about it all.”
Lynn exploded in writhing as she felt her sneakers being slowly unlaced and then wriggled loose. She begged and pleaded with them not to tickle her feet, her words now non-stop and almost incoherent. She writhed twice as much as she felt them slowly being wriggled off and screamed when she heard the thud as they were dropped onto the floor. Her scream instantly turned to frenzied cackles of laughter as 10 fingers skittered up her sock covered soles. She screamed once again as she felt single fingers insert themselves into the heel portions of her footsocks and to slowly begin to peel them off. She could hardly move her feet as they were lying on the bed, soles up and almost all she could was to scrunch her toes in a last attempt to keep her socks on. Another scream came from her as she felt the last of her socks pop off her toes and heard both girls congratulating themselves on their latest trophies.
“Brandy, I’ve been considering her story.”
“In what way.”
“Consider the sole and toes of the foot as a computer keyboard. How exquisitely lovely to type out her story on that keyboard.”
Lynn screamed again, begging them once more to not tickle her feet.
“You mean two keyboards, she does have two feet after all.”
“Ahhh yes, so true. You would know, you are such a better typist than me. I hunt and peck, but you’re a speed demon when it comes to it.”
“My typing prowess and I thank you sis.”
“Now, how do we start her story? Lets see.” Brandy began to type on Lynn’s left sole and instantly the poor girl exploded in intense writhing and non-stop frenzied cackles.
“Lets each write our own story and let Cackles here judge who’s is best.” Rhiannan suggested.
“An excellent suggestion, the more tickling stories about her the merrier. And so where to start for me? Oh, perfect… Once upon a time… No wait… It was a dark and stormy night.”
Rhiannan also began typing on the right sole and this further added to Lynn’s intense writhings and cackles. “How about, now is the winter of our discontent. And don’t forget that the enter key is the big toe.”
“And the arch is the mouse”
“Nothing like soletop computers from FOOT.”
“Beats IBM any day.” And with that both girls laughed and continued typing.
“The quick brown feather stroked over the lazy foot.” Rhiannan spoke, still typing away.
“It was the best of times and the worst of times.” Added Brandy.
“I see you have that several paragraphs down.” Rhiannan spoke. “Shouldn’t that be the first line in your story.”
“Good idea Rhiannan, I better mouse it up.” She then made a slow stroke up the arch toward the heel, tapped the sole twice and then dragged her finger back down the foot.
Lynn screamed and continued to cackle and writhe.
“There that’s better. Should I add the cackling and writhing?”
“The more action the better.” Rhiannan responded. “And I think I’ll add some toe tweaking in mine.” And with that she tweaked Lynn’s right big toe then sensually wriggled it.
Lynn shrieked and writhed intensely and both girls laughed. Rhiannan repeated the tweaking and got the same result.
“I believe the ball of the foot was a hyper sensitive area.” Rhiannan Added.
“Indeed it was, wasn’t it Lynn. Or did you now want us to know that.”
Lynn didn’t want them to know that at all and writhed her back in the worst way as Rhiannan firmly gripped her foot and wriggled a finger on the ball. Lynn exploded with intense pumping of her legs and erratic bucking.
“You’re right it is a hyper-sensitive spot. And worthy of many visits.”
“Shall I try a spot now?”
“Go for it.”
Brandy knelt behind Lynn and lazily spidered her ten fingers in the poor girl’s armpits and instantly Lynn writhed.
"Awwwwww." Brandy whispered, giving her one more delicate stroke. "Do my fingers bother you; and isn't it deliciously lovely that you can’t protect either armpit.” She leaned forward and gently kissed the heights and depths of the left armpit, Lynn squirmed. But this is not a good keyboard here; so back to the foot.”
"OHSHEEEEIT." Was her screaming response, followed by intense writhing and laughter.
Brandy's fingers were rocketing all over the helpless and defenceless foot and this was driving Lynn insane. She wanted desperately to pull her feet back out of their reach but the fact that she was tied firm didn't allow this and the fingers kept tickling and tickling and tickling. Lynn knew that they knew that she was ticklish all over and she screamed inside with each stroke. Her brain was getting overloaded with sensations and each stroke was bringing in more.
“I just love this keyboard Rhiannan and it has the most sensitive mouse.” She stroked the ball of Lynn’s right foot and again the poor girl thrashed and cackled.
Lynn was really writhing intensely now and combined with the bucking, she was giving Brandy some impressive reactions. Lynn's laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance and Brandy delighted in her writhing movement and also took delight in the never-ending conniptions that Lynn was going through. Stopping for a moment Brandy let her fingers caress the soft pad under the toes then vibrated the area and Lynn again writhed intensely. Brandy now again explored the rest of the sole from toes to heel and back. Her fingers continued to stroke the soft skin back and forth and she delighted in Lynn's fervid jerking laughter and writhing.
Rhiannan then turned her back to Lynn and straddled her left leg and ankle. Lynn instantly knew what she was going for and writhed her foot all over.
“It’s time for both of us to get to the heart of the matter again, don’t you think Brandy. Should we both get these 9 ½‘s at the same time.”
"FUCK NO YOU WOULDN’T!” Lynn turned her head and looked back at her feet. “PLEASE BRANDY, RHIANNAN, PLEASE NO!"
“I think she agrees with you, and I thinks its blindfold time don’t you.”
“Its always darkest before its pitch black and so yes lets add another Peripheral to miss hard drive here. I’ll be right back.”
"FUCK NO YOU WOULDN’T! PLEASE, PLEASE NOT MY FEET! PLEASE NO BLINFFOLD! I’LL DO AND PROMISE YOU ANYTHING." Lynn was an instant rocket to the moon and she was desperately wanting more than anything else to break the bonds that held her.
Brandy took a black cloth and wrapped it around Lynn’s now writhing head then tied it off at the back. “Like Rhiannan said, Its always darkest before it’s pitch black.”
“Tea and break time.” Called Rhiannan, as she entered the room.
“Mmmmmm, just what I need.” Brandy spoke. “Computer work makes me thirsty. The peripheral works great and is going to be a wonderfully intense addition to the computer.”
Lynn squirmed on the bed and tried everything she could to get free, but the bonds held fast. The room was totally silent except for every so often when one of the girls would reach out and tweak one of her big toes, sending her writhing and breathing heavily again.
“Don’t I get anything to drink?” She asked.
“Computers can’t have liquids.” Rhiannan answered. “They would short circuit.”
“And we want to short circuit you another way.” Brandy added.
Then the room went silent again, and Lynn desperately wanted to know where the girls were and what they were up to. She had to know as her senses were practically raw and she knew they weren’t going to stop anytime soon.
Brandy calmly but abruptly and pushed the foot downward, firmly bending the toes back and making the foot taught and immobile. Lynn screamed and violently writhed and bucked. Brandy looked at Rhiannan and nodded and she let fly with five spidering rubbing fingers up and down the arch. Lynn screamed with thunderous laughter and Rhiannan added more tickles.
Lynn cursed her feet for being so ticklish and her screaming and laughing was now at a guttural state. Her soles were long and soft and that was practically driving her insane. She knew well that these two were into torture and that this was only the tip of the iceberg. She cackled as the fingers continued their relentless and torturous path up and down her soles and began spasmodically bucking up and down.
“Just what we asked for and more Lynn, thank you.” Rhiannan said, really digging her fingers into the soft arch.
“Yeah.” Added Brandy. “But your reactions are only the tip of the iceberg of your reactions. We want to see and here much more than this girl, and you WILL give it to us.”
”Damn right.” Rhiannan added. And now a little mole tickling.”
Lynn screamed as Rhiannan vibrated a single finger right on the mole on her foot and bucked like crazy. Brandy let go of Lynn’s foot and straddled the other leg. Lynn’s writhing and bucking increased as she knew that both of her feet were going to be tickled again.
“Time for some serious foot tickling.” Brandy announced. “And another chapter of your story.”
Rhiannan giggled evilly and her right hand shot out and grabbed the big toe of Lynn's foot. Lynn writhed her foot even more, feeling fingers clenched around it. But Rhiannan held fast and wriggled her foot to show her what power she had. Lynn felt five fingers toying with her mole spidering the mole and the cackling returned full bore along with further writhing.
“Who’s got the tickes real bad in the feet huh.” Rhiannan Stated. She was toying with Lynn's senses, toying in the fact that she was driving her wild with the knowledge that of the power that she had over the foot.
“We have total control of every nerve ending in your body.” Brandy announced.
Lynn squealed at feeling Brandy’s five fingers now spider tickling the heel and she started begging again. Fingers now toying with her already frantic senses. She promised them both anything if they wouldn't tickle her feet. Rhiannan giggled evilly again and this caused Lynn to writhe even more and beg even more as well.
"I think it’s time for you to play your favourite game..." Brandy spoke. "Piggies."
Lynn's screamed, as that was her least favourite game as it was simply torture on her feet.
"This little piggy got tweaked and sensually tickled." She giggled evilly and sensually teasingly tweaked and twisted the big toe as Rhiannan did the same. Lynn went wild under them.
"This little piggy wanted the same tickling.” Rhiannan grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it then once more she sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted.
Lynn was bucking and cackling big time.
"This naughty little piggy looks so ticklish." Brandy added.
Lynn was hysterical now and the bed was now rocking. Rhiannan was delighting in every second of the game delighting in the fact that she had total control of Lynn’s senses. Her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and Rhiannan delighted with every touch.
“And this fourth plump piggy, this one that I could just tweak and tickle all day and night… got tweaked and tick-led.”
Lynn’s senses were almost at the point of no return and she continued to buck and cackle.
"And this little piggy." Brandy added,, followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. This little baby piggy got tickled mercilessly juust for my pleasure, just for the fun of it."
Rhiannan suddenly stopped playing piggies and she could hear Lynn's laboured breath. She could tell that Lynn was on the edge and she wanted to keep there for as long as possible.
Brandy stroked the right sole again, slithering a single finger up and down, "We'll have another game of piggies later." She announced.
"NO GOD NO MORE TOES PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" She cried, writhing her feet all over.
”Yes it is time for some general and torturous tickles." Rhiannan announced, cupping her right hand under the top of the left foot then firmly gripping it. Again Lynn went wild under her, begging for her not to do this. Rhiannan's response was a quick spider tickle up the spasming sole, bringing sudden but more intense cackling and violent writhing.
Lynn’s head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and she again put all of her strength into freeing her foot. There was such strength in her foot that Rhiannan had to grip it harder. She picked up a feather and now began to short stroke the shaft of it up and down the full length of the sole. Lynn's reaction, which pleased her no end, was still more laughter complete with intense writhing. After a few more minutes of this, she placed the Feather on the table beside her and began to scrabble her fingers all over the sole.
"OHSHEEEEITOHMYGOODDDDNOOOOOO! "Please, please stop staaaaaahp. I-I-I'm b-b-b-egging you ahahahaha ahahahahahahahahahah." Her laughter was music to Rhiannan's ears and she resumed the torturous ticking.
“And for the next few hours it’s torture time personified.”
"Oh God please stop!" She barely breathed. "On my God... please... stop!" She was out of control in her writhing and her senses were on the verge of collapsing. Her laughter reached its crescendo and her writhing became intense once more. Brandy and Rhiannan's fingers were pure torture to her and her legs bounced up and down like crazy. She repeatedly slammed her head and waist onto the mattress and her laughter never stopped. Rhiannan had her on the edge and knew that she could keep her keep there as long as possible.
"No, no!" Was all Lynn could say.
"Yes, yes, yes." Rhiannan quickly taunted back at her. “Brush time.”
"Oh my gawdddddd! pleeeeeease, pleeeeeease donnnn't dooooo thiiiiiis!"
Her nerve endings were standing at attention. In fact they were so rigid they were at the breaking point and she was on the edge. She was getting more and more tingly with each word Brandy spoke, with each movement of her body and she wanted to beg and plead, but her voice wouldn't function properly. She wanted to get up and run, but the bonds prevented that. Rhiannan stroked the soft paintbrush up and down the sole from heel to toes and the poor girl writhed all over. Lynn knew that Brandy and Rhiannan loved watching girls react to their touch and that Rhinnan like to make sure that she got the maximum reaction from each and every touch. Her brush stroking tickles were inciting wave after wave of guttural laughter and intense writhing. Rhiannan loved the fact that Lynn was under her total control and that there was nothing she could do about it.
"Are we having fun Lynn? Or are we having a little problem." Brandy asked, teasing her again on the right foot.
Lynn screamed and cackled again and strained at the bonds holding her legs. She was in a battle of wills with Rhiannan and the brush and Brandy and her fingers, which were being used to slowly drive her out of her mind.
Suddenly the torturous tickling stopped and Lynn grabbed for every breath she could find. Both Brandy and Rhiannan turned back to look her and smiled evilly.
“What’s say I quill your mole.” Asked Rhiannan
“And I vibrate your foot.” Brandy added.
“Cause we have much more of your stories to write.” They both said in unison.
Inspired by TMF's Tiklynn, (pic below)
Written by ticklishscribe.
c. 2006
Lynn struggled like crazy as Brandy and Rhiannan heaved her onto her tummy on the bed then straddled her and held her down.
“There.” Brandy announced. “Now don’t those cuffs look nice on your wrists.”
“I think some cuffs on her ankles would look even nicer.” Rhiannan added.
They each took an ankle and began to tie them to the bottom corners of the bed. Lynn continued to fight like a tiger, but in a moment she was tied spread to the bed.
Lynn looked nervously at the two girls, as she lay tied spread-eagled to her double bed. She didn't like the sweet, smug smiles on both their faces and was getting even more nervous wondering what they had in mind for her.
"We comfy Lynn?" Asked Brandy. "We wouldn't want you uncomfortable."
She shifted her head from one side to another, her brown eyes darted from one girl to the other and she nervously watched their every move.
"We know how much you want this from the both of us and we simply must get those ticklish feet." Rhiannan Added.
Both girls had those sweet smug smiles again and that made Lynn even more nervous. And the phrase, "We simply must get those ticklish feet,", plus the fact that both girls were now standing at the foot of the bed, was really putting her on edge.
“And we’re so excited about tickling you.” Rhiannan added. “That we’ve decided to write a tickling story about it all.”
Lynn exploded in writhing as she felt her sneakers being slowly unlaced and then wriggled loose. She begged and pleaded with them not to tickle her feet, her words now non-stop and almost incoherent. She writhed twice as much as she felt them slowly being wriggled off and screamed when she heard the thud as they were dropped onto the floor. Her scream instantly turned to frenzied cackles of laughter as 10 fingers skittered up her sock covered soles. She screamed once again as she felt single fingers insert themselves into the heel portions of her footsocks and to slowly begin to peel them off. She could hardly move her feet as they were lying on the bed, soles up and almost all she could was to scrunch her toes in a last attempt to keep her socks on. Another scream came from her as she felt the last of her socks pop off her toes and heard both girls congratulating themselves on their latest trophies.
“Brandy, I’ve been considering her story.”
“In what way.”
“Consider the sole and toes of the foot as a computer keyboard. How exquisitely lovely to type out her story on that keyboard.”
Lynn screamed again, begging them once more to not tickle her feet.
“You mean two keyboards, she does have two feet after all.”
“Ahhh yes, so true. You would know, you are such a better typist than me. I hunt and peck, but you’re a speed demon when it comes to it.”
“My typing prowess and I thank you sis.”
“Now, how do we start her story? Lets see.” Brandy began to type on Lynn’s left sole and instantly the poor girl exploded in intense writhing and non-stop frenzied cackles.
“Lets each write our own story and let Cackles here judge who’s is best.” Rhiannan suggested.
“An excellent suggestion, the more tickling stories about her the merrier. And so where to start for me? Oh, perfect… Once upon a time… No wait… It was a dark and stormy night.”
Rhiannan also began typing on the right sole and this further added to Lynn’s intense writhings and cackles. “How about, now is the winter of our discontent. And don’t forget that the enter key is the big toe.”
“And the arch is the mouse”
“Nothing like soletop computers from FOOT.”
“Beats IBM any day.” And with that both girls laughed and continued typing.
“The quick brown feather stroked over the lazy foot.” Rhiannan spoke, still typing away.
“It was the best of times and the worst of times.” Added Brandy.
“I see you have that several paragraphs down.” Rhiannan spoke. “Shouldn’t that be the first line in your story.”
“Good idea Rhiannan, I better mouse it up.” She then made a slow stroke up the arch toward the heel, tapped the sole twice and then dragged her finger back down the foot.
Lynn screamed and continued to cackle and writhe.
“There that’s better. Should I add the cackling and writhing?”
“The more action the better.” Rhiannan responded. “And I think I’ll add some toe tweaking in mine.” And with that she tweaked Lynn’s right big toe then sensually wriggled it.
Lynn shrieked and writhed intensely and both girls laughed. Rhiannan repeated the tweaking and got the same result.
“I believe the ball of the foot was a hyper sensitive area.” Rhiannan Added.
“Indeed it was, wasn’t it Lynn. Or did you now want us to know that.”
Lynn didn’t want them to know that at all and writhed her back in the worst way as Rhiannan firmly gripped her foot and wriggled a finger on the ball. Lynn exploded with intense pumping of her legs and erratic bucking.
“You’re right it is a hyper-sensitive spot. And worthy of many visits.”
“Shall I try a spot now?”
“Go for it.”
Brandy knelt behind Lynn and lazily spidered her ten fingers in the poor girl’s armpits and instantly Lynn writhed.
"Awwwwww." Brandy whispered, giving her one more delicate stroke. "Do my fingers bother you; and isn't it deliciously lovely that you can’t protect either armpit.” She leaned forward and gently kissed the heights and depths of the left armpit, Lynn squirmed. But this is not a good keyboard here; so back to the foot.”
"OHSHEEEEIT." Was her screaming response, followed by intense writhing and laughter.
Brandy's fingers were rocketing all over the helpless and defenceless foot and this was driving Lynn insane. She wanted desperately to pull her feet back out of their reach but the fact that she was tied firm didn't allow this and the fingers kept tickling and tickling and tickling. Lynn knew that they knew that she was ticklish all over and she screamed inside with each stroke. Her brain was getting overloaded with sensations and each stroke was bringing in more.
“I just love this keyboard Rhiannan and it has the most sensitive mouse.” She stroked the ball of Lynn’s right foot and again the poor girl thrashed and cackled.
Lynn was really writhing intensely now and combined with the bucking, she was giving Brandy some impressive reactions. Lynn's laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance and Brandy delighted in her writhing movement and also took delight in the never-ending conniptions that Lynn was going through. Stopping for a moment Brandy let her fingers caress the soft pad under the toes then vibrated the area and Lynn again writhed intensely. Brandy now again explored the rest of the sole from toes to heel and back. Her fingers continued to stroke the soft skin back and forth and she delighted in Lynn's fervid jerking laughter and writhing.
Rhiannan then turned her back to Lynn and straddled her left leg and ankle. Lynn instantly knew what she was going for and writhed her foot all over.
“It’s time for both of us to get to the heart of the matter again, don’t you think Brandy. Should we both get these 9 ½‘s at the same time.”
"FUCK NO YOU WOULDN’T!” Lynn turned her head and looked back at her feet. “PLEASE BRANDY, RHIANNAN, PLEASE NO!"
“I think she agrees with you, and I thinks its blindfold time don’t you.”
“Its always darkest before its pitch black and so yes lets add another Peripheral to miss hard drive here. I’ll be right back.”
"FUCK NO YOU WOULDN’T! PLEASE, PLEASE NOT MY FEET! PLEASE NO BLINFFOLD! I’LL DO AND PROMISE YOU ANYTHING." Lynn was an instant rocket to the moon and she was desperately wanting more than anything else to break the bonds that held her.
Brandy took a black cloth and wrapped it around Lynn’s now writhing head then tied it off at the back. “Like Rhiannan said, Its always darkest before it’s pitch black.”
“Tea and break time.” Called Rhiannan, as she entered the room.
“Mmmmmm, just what I need.” Brandy spoke. “Computer work makes me thirsty. The peripheral works great and is going to be a wonderfully intense addition to the computer.”
Lynn squirmed on the bed and tried everything she could to get free, but the bonds held fast. The room was totally silent except for every so often when one of the girls would reach out and tweak one of her big toes, sending her writhing and breathing heavily again.
“Don’t I get anything to drink?” She asked.
“Computers can’t have liquids.” Rhiannan answered. “They would short circuit.”
“And we want to short circuit you another way.” Brandy added.
Then the room went silent again, and Lynn desperately wanted to know where the girls were and what they were up to. She had to know as her senses were practically raw and she knew they weren’t going to stop anytime soon.
Brandy calmly but abruptly and pushed the foot downward, firmly bending the toes back and making the foot taught and immobile. Lynn screamed and violently writhed and bucked. Brandy looked at Rhiannan and nodded and she let fly with five spidering rubbing fingers up and down the arch. Lynn screamed with thunderous laughter and Rhiannan added more tickles.
Lynn cursed her feet for being so ticklish and her screaming and laughing was now at a guttural state. Her soles were long and soft and that was practically driving her insane. She knew well that these two were into torture and that this was only the tip of the iceberg. She cackled as the fingers continued their relentless and torturous path up and down her soles and began spasmodically bucking up and down.
“Just what we asked for and more Lynn, thank you.” Rhiannan said, really digging her fingers into the soft arch.
“Yeah.” Added Brandy. “But your reactions are only the tip of the iceberg of your reactions. We want to see and here much more than this girl, and you WILL give it to us.”
”Damn right.” Rhiannan added. And now a little mole tickling.”
Lynn screamed as Rhiannan vibrated a single finger right on the mole on her foot and bucked like crazy. Brandy let go of Lynn’s foot and straddled the other leg. Lynn’s writhing and bucking increased as she knew that both of her feet were going to be tickled again.
“Time for some serious foot tickling.” Brandy announced. “And another chapter of your story.”
Rhiannan giggled evilly and her right hand shot out and grabbed the big toe of Lynn's foot. Lynn writhed her foot even more, feeling fingers clenched around it. But Rhiannan held fast and wriggled her foot to show her what power she had. Lynn felt five fingers toying with her mole spidering the mole and the cackling returned full bore along with further writhing.
“Who’s got the tickes real bad in the feet huh.” Rhiannan Stated. She was toying with Lynn's senses, toying in the fact that she was driving her wild with the knowledge that of the power that she had over the foot.
“We have total control of every nerve ending in your body.” Brandy announced.
Lynn squealed at feeling Brandy’s five fingers now spider tickling the heel and she started begging again. Fingers now toying with her already frantic senses. She promised them both anything if they wouldn't tickle her feet. Rhiannan giggled evilly again and this caused Lynn to writhe even more and beg even more as well.
"I think it’s time for you to play your favourite game..." Brandy spoke. "Piggies."
Lynn's screamed, as that was her least favourite game as it was simply torture on her feet.
"This little piggy got tweaked and sensually tickled." She giggled evilly and sensually teasingly tweaked and twisted the big toe as Rhiannan did the same. Lynn went wild under them.
"This little piggy wanted the same tickling.” Rhiannan grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it then once more she sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted.
Lynn was bucking and cackling big time.
"This naughty little piggy looks so ticklish." Brandy added.
Lynn was hysterical now and the bed was now rocking. Rhiannan was delighting in every second of the game delighting in the fact that she had total control of Lynn’s senses. Her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and Rhiannan delighted with every touch.
“And this fourth plump piggy, this one that I could just tweak and tickle all day and night… got tweaked and tick-led.”
Lynn’s senses were almost at the point of no return and she continued to buck and cackle.
"And this little piggy." Brandy added,, followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. This little baby piggy got tickled mercilessly juust for my pleasure, just for the fun of it."
Rhiannan suddenly stopped playing piggies and she could hear Lynn's laboured breath. She could tell that Lynn was on the edge and she wanted to keep there for as long as possible.
Brandy stroked the right sole again, slithering a single finger up and down, "We'll have another game of piggies later." She announced.
"NO GOD NO MORE TOES PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" She cried, writhing her feet all over.
”Yes it is time for some general and torturous tickles." Rhiannan announced, cupping her right hand under the top of the left foot then firmly gripping it. Again Lynn went wild under her, begging for her not to do this. Rhiannan's response was a quick spider tickle up the spasming sole, bringing sudden but more intense cackling and violent writhing.
Lynn’s head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and she again put all of her strength into freeing her foot. There was such strength in her foot that Rhiannan had to grip it harder. She picked up a feather and now began to short stroke the shaft of it up and down the full length of the sole. Lynn's reaction, which pleased her no end, was still more laughter complete with intense writhing. After a few more minutes of this, she placed the Feather on the table beside her and began to scrabble her fingers all over the sole.
"OHSHEEEEITOHMYGOODDDDNOOOOOO! "Please, please stop staaaaaahp. I-I-I'm b-b-b-egging you ahahahaha ahahahahahahahahahah." Her laughter was music to Rhiannan's ears and she resumed the torturous ticking.
“And for the next few hours it’s torture time personified.”
"Oh God please stop!" She barely breathed. "On my God... please... stop!" She was out of control in her writhing and her senses were on the verge of collapsing. Her laughter reached its crescendo and her writhing became intense once more. Brandy and Rhiannan's fingers were pure torture to her and her legs bounced up and down like crazy. She repeatedly slammed her head and waist onto the mattress and her laughter never stopped. Rhiannan had her on the edge and knew that she could keep her keep there as long as possible.
"No, no!" Was all Lynn could say.
"Yes, yes, yes." Rhiannan quickly taunted back at her. “Brush time.”
"Oh my gawdddddd! pleeeeeease, pleeeeeease donnnn't dooooo thiiiiiis!"
Her nerve endings were standing at attention. In fact they were so rigid they were at the breaking point and she was on the edge. She was getting more and more tingly with each word Brandy spoke, with each movement of her body and she wanted to beg and plead, but her voice wouldn't function properly. She wanted to get up and run, but the bonds prevented that. Rhiannan stroked the soft paintbrush up and down the sole from heel to toes and the poor girl writhed all over. Lynn knew that Brandy and Rhiannan loved watching girls react to their touch and that Rhinnan like to make sure that she got the maximum reaction from each and every touch. Her brush stroking tickles were inciting wave after wave of guttural laughter and intense writhing. Rhiannan loved the fact that Lynn was under her total control and that there was nothing she could do about it.
"Are we having fun Lynn? Or are we having a little problem." Brandy asked, teasing her again on the right foot.
Lynn screamed and cackled again and strained at the bonds holding her legs. She was in a battle of wills with Rhiannan and the brush and Brandy and her fingers, which were being used to slowly drive her out of her mind.
Suddenly the torturous tickling stopped and Lynn grabbed for every breath she could find. Both Brandy and Rhiannan turned back to look her and smiled evilly.
“What’s say I quill your mole.” Asked Rhiannan
“And I vibrate your foot.” Brandy added.
“Cause we have much more of your stories to write.” They both said in unison.
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