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This is a sequel to The Tickle Sprite, but you don't have to read that one first.
Enjoy.
Bethany’s heart pounded as she unlocked the door of her apartment.
The sound of the key turning in the lock used to be her signal to relax. It meant the end of another working day – no more tables to clean, no more coffee to make, no more irritating customers to smile at. The evenings were her time – she could kick back and chill, watch some television, enjoy all the soporific pleasures of solitude.
Not any more.
Five days ago, she had stupidly got herself lost in the woods, and had a harrowing encounter with… Well, the creature called itself a tickle sprite, but it didn’t behave like any sprite Bethany had ever heard of. For one thing, sprites were meant to stay in the forest. This one had followed her home.
Its name was Alix, and it took the form of a beautiful young woman with long dark hair, a teasing grin, ultra-sharp fingernails, and the most unimaginably perfect body. There was no doubt in Bethany’s mind about that last part, because it always appeared completely naked. That is, when it appeared at all. The sprite could make itself invisible at will – perfect for sudden ambushes.
Since the day the creature had moved in with her, Bethany hadn’t had a moment’s peace. Luckily it didn’t follow her to work – at least it hadn’t yet – but it was always lying in wait when she got home. A girl as ticklish as Bethany was catnip to a tickle sprite, and Alix didn’t miss a single opportunity. Whether she was undressing for bed, drying off after a shower, stretching out on the sofa, or even just reaching up to draw the curtains, she could count on those wicked fingers closing in on her and... Sometimes it was just a poke, a squeeze, or the electric touch of a fingernail – other times she would be pinned down and tickled out of her mind.
And the truth was – Bethany loved it. It was torture, but she loved it. Alix’s body drove her wild with desire; Alix’s fingers drove her wild with laughter; and the tension, the anticipation, that filled every waking moment set her nerves on edge and made the tickle attacks, when they did come, all the more unbearable – but she loved it.
Still, the intrusion into her private time was beginning to be a nuisance. It would be nice to have just one night off – one evening of not having to feel that constant shivery sense of expectation that haunted her whenever Alix was about. So she had come up with a plan. She was going to make herself untickleable.
On the way home from work she had stopped off and bought herself a whole new outfit. Her summer wardrobe was doing her no favours. What she needed was padding. Living on the outskirts of the city, her choice of clothing stores was limited – in fact, there was only one within walking distance, and it didn’t have a great range. But she had done the best she could. She was determined to have just one tickle-free evening – but she couldn’t still the beating of her heart as she closed the door behind her and locked herself in with her tormentor.
Finding an appropriate top had been the hardest part. It had to have long sleeves – for obvious reasons – and she had to be able to put it on and take it off without lifting her arms above her head. An exposed underarm was an irresistible temptation to a tickle sprite. She had finally found a blouse that fit the brief – it had long sleeves and buttons down the front – but the material was a little... thin. It was a cutesy gothic piece, jet-black with floral patterns, and the spaces in between the petals were lacy, almost transparent. Not ideal. But to compensate for this, she’d also bought herself a slate-grey hoodie, the thickest she could find. With this zipped up to her chin, she felt a little more secure.
As to the question of trousers, she hadn’t been sure whether loose-fitting cargo pants or skinny denims were the better option. Both had advantages and drawbacks, and in the end it had come down to a style choice. The skinny jeans went better with the blouse – so skinny jeans it was.
The pièce de résistance was the belt. She had fallen in love with it the moment she laid eyes on it. It was made of sturdy leather, and it had the most complicated buckle Bethany had ever seen. It had taken her ten minutes just to put it on – she was certain Alix wouldn’t have the patience to undo it. With this belt, and with her hoodie tucked into her waistband, she was a fortress.
Or so she hoped.
Lingering in the hall, she wondered whether to remove her shoes. She was wearing six pairs of socks but still… better safe than sorry. She left her shoes on and moved into the kitchen.
Another strange thing about Alix: sprites were supposed to be amoral, but Alix always seemed kind of… friendly. Mischievous, but friendly. When Bethany was in the kitchen or the bathroom, she never got more than a couple of quick digs – it was only when she was in bed or on the sofa that Alix really let loose on her. Sprites weren’t supposed to care whether their victims got hurt, but Alix… Alix was different.
In any case, Bethany kept a careful eye out while she made herself a drink. She had learnt to spot the telltale shimmer in the air that meant her new roommate was lurking invisibly nearby. She couldn’t see anything now, but that wasn’t exactly reassuring. Mostly she never saw the shimmer until it was too late. She poured herself a glass of lemonade and tossed in a liberal helping of ice – the new outfit was, admittedly, a little too warm for a balmy summer evening like this one.
Crossing over into the living room, she set the glass down on the coffee table and settled herself into the corner of the sofa. The pounding of her heart began to subside, and a feeling of triumph washed over her. She had made it this far without a peep from Alix. If she just stayed right here, ensconced inside her fortress, then maybe she could finally watch TV in peace.
The TV remote was on the table in front of her. She leaned forward and reached out for it.
The air shimmered – and five wriggling fingers dug deep into the hollow of her underarm.
Bethany shrieked and threw herself back onto the sofa. “Aiyeeehahahaaa!” Another invisible hand began squeezing her left side. “N-nohohohoho!” She tried to clamp back the laughter, but it was no use. She realized she had made a fatal mistake – she had vastly underestimated her own ticklishness. Even through the thick fabric of the hoodie, the probing fingers were already sending her into hysterics.
Then she felt her wrists seized from behind – and as she tried to bring her laughter under control, she heard a girlish whisper in her ear. “Well, aren’t you sweet? You got yourself all wrapped up for me, just like a cute little present. And I just love unwrapping presents.”
Un…wrapping? Oh no. Bethany fought to pull her arms free, but there was no escaping that iron grip. The teasing whisper came again. “You know what? I’ve got the perfect accessory for that outfit. Wait there.”
Suddenly she was released – but before she had time to think of making a break for it, Alix reappeared, no longer invisible but standing by the sofa in all her naked glory. She had her hands behind her back. “I’ve been shopping too,” she said. “Well, shoplifting.” She held out an arm – dangling from her fingers was a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “I just know these would look adorable on you.”
Bethany’s heart stopped. She gazed at the handcuffs as if hypnotized – and missed her only chance to run. Alix swooped down on her; the first cuff closed over her left wrist, and her arms were yanked behind her back. “No! No!” Too late she began to struggle. A well-placed dig from Alix made her screech and twist over to one side, and the second cuff snapped into place.
“Perfect. Now, let’s get a proper look at you.” Alix lifted Bethany’s feet onto the sofa, laying her out like a ragdoll, and placed a cushion underneath her head. The cuffs were digging into the base of her spine – she strained her muscles, trying to see if she could break them, but they held fast.
“The trouble with unwrapping presents,” said Alix, surveying her captive from head to toe, “is that I never know where to start.” Then she tutted, and her voice became a little chiding. “You know, you really ought to take your shoes off before you put your feet up on the furniture. Here, let me help you.”
Seating herself on Bethany’s ankles, Alix loosened the laces of her trainers and pulled them off her feet – then burst out laughing. “How many socks are you wearing?” Despite herself, Bethany laughed too. She kind of liked it when the sprite’s attitude of ironic detachment broke down into genuine emotion. It was moments like this that made her think of Alix more as a friend than as an enemy.
“It won’t do you any good, you know.” Alix pressed her fingers into Bethany’s arches and began to squeeze. “These feet are so ticklish, even a hundred pairs of socks wouldn’t save you.”
It was true. That first squeeze sent a jolt through Bethany’s body as if she’d been electrocuted – and now she wriggled frantically as Alix’s fingers continued digging into her soles. “Naha… no,” she gasped. “No stahahp… no please stahahahahp!”
“Still, though,” said Alix, ignoring her protests, “I’d like to get a look at those little tootsies.”
“Oh no no please!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let the fun end too soon. We’ll do this one layer at a time.” She deftly removed one pair of socks and dug her fingers in again. “Does that tickle just a little more now, huh?”
“Ahahaha yeheheheheesss!” It tickled like crazy, and Bethany knew this was only the beginning. With her feet trapped between Alix’s thighs, and her hands cuffed behind her back, there was nothing she could do but squirm. She had never been so helpless. Another pair of socks came off, and now the tickle sprite changed her tactics and began pinching the sides of her heel.
“Nahahaha pleheheese!”
“Ooh, these ones are padded. I bet the tickles will get a lot worse when these are gone.”
With every pair of socks that joined the pile on the floor, Bethany’s torment grew. She was amazed that she had ever thought that any number of socks could protect her. Her feet was just too insanely ticklish – and her utter helplessness was making her more ticklish than ever.
“Are we close yet?” said Alix. “How many layers do we have to get through?”
“I don’t… hahahaha… I don’t knoohohoho!” Bethany couldn’t even remember. She only hoped it wouldn’t be much longer. She knew this wouldn’t end until Alix reached skin. As much as she dreaded that moment, the anticipation was even more unbearable.
Alix pulled off another pair of socks and gave a little gasp. “I think this is it,” she said. “I think this is the final pair.” She let her nails dance lightly over Bethany’s soles, provoking another outburst of desperate laughter. “Yep, this is definitely it. Da da-da da!” With a theatrical flourish, she ripped off Bethany’s last layer of protection, exposing the soft pink flesh of her bare feet.
“So that’s where those naughty little toes were hiding. And these arches… so cute! I could tickle these all day.”
“Nohohohostahahahahahahp!” The anticipation had been unbearable, but this was worse. Bethany thrashed wildly as Alix’s nails dragged up and down her soles. “Pleasestahahahahahahp!”
“I think these toes deserve a little punishment. Try to hide from me, would you?” Alix gripped both sets of toes and wriggled her fingers into the crease at their base. Bethany howled with laughter. Her feet were slick with sweat, and Alix’s fingers slid easily into the gaps between each toe, which she now began exploring with merciless thoroughness. In truth, Bethany was drenched in sweat all over, and the beads of moisture that rolled across her skin only enhanced the ticklish sensation. “No–no mooorhohohore!”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Alix. “I shouldn’t be playing when there’s still so much unwrapping left to do.” She swung herself around and settled on top of Bethany’s thighs, crossing her legs beneath her so that her victim was caught as in a vice.
“Now don’t argue,” she said. “It’s for your own good. You’ll overheat if you’re not careful. Not that you don’t look absolutely scrumptious in that hoodie, but wouldn’t you feel better if I…” She took hold of the zipper and pulled – then broke into a giggle when she saw the blouse.
“Oh, sweetheart! That’s not much defence now, is it?” She had dropped the ironic act again, and her eyes glittered with amusement. “I could just…” Leaving the hoodie half-unfastened, she reached inside it and gave the helpless girl a quick tickle, using only the pads of her fingertips. Bethany yelped and jolted. The blouse made no difference whatsoever. She might as well be naked.
“Still, let’s play the game.” The sprite unzipped the hoodie the rest of the way, then pushed it aside to give free access to the line of delicate black buttons. “Besides,” she said, “I love a good unbuttoning.”
The word sent shivers down Bethany’s spine. Alix seemed to notice, and grinned slyly as her slender fingers deftly undid the lowest button. “You know,” she said, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper, “some people say unbuttoning is the most erotic word in the dictionary.” The second button came loose. She moved on to the next one, working slowly upwards.
“I’m not sure I agree, though,” she continued. “I can think of more erotic words than that.” Another button gave way beneath her dextrous touch. “Words like… midriff.” With the blouse unfastened almost halfway to the top, Alix parted the fabric to reveal a tight, quivering belly. Bethany whimpered. Her arousal was already at its peak, and Alix’s seductive murmur was threatening to send her into overdrive.
“Words like helpless and vulnerable.” She brought her fingers into position, fanning them out on either side of Bethany’s navel, letting the tip of each nail rest lightly upon the smooth expanse of naked skin. Bethany clenched her teeth and pushed her head back – a low sound escaped her, something halfway between a giggle and a moan.
“Words like… ticklish.”
“Ahahahahahaha noooohohohoho!” Bethany twisted desperately from side to side, as Alix’s nails scampered with lightning speed over every visible inch of skin, from the sides of her waist to her lower ribs to the jutting angle of her hipbones. With her hands tied, she was powerless to resist. A fingertip swooped into her bellybutton and swirled along the inner edge. She let out a high-pitched scream before dissolving into still more frantic fits of laughter.
But even in the midst of her torment, a worrying realization was forcing itself on her attention. She had got dressed in a hurry that morning. She got dressed in a hurry every morning, since Alix had moved in. But that morning she had gone to work without a bra. She had thought about buying one while she was at the clothes store, but it seemed silly when she had so many at home. She hadn’t expected Alix to penetrate this far. And now it was starting to look like she had made a serious mistake. Because once Alix finished unbuttoning her blouse, she would be totally exposed.
So even as she made every effort to escape, she hoped Alix would stay focused on her midriff. Or maybe – the thought came to her against her will – maybe a little lower down. But it was a vain hope. She knew better than that. Her breasts were bouncing freely underneath the blouse, and her nipples were rock-hard. A tickle sprite would never ignore such an obvious target.
She was right. “Feeling cooler now?” said Alix. “Hmm, you’re still a little sweaty. You should get a little more air to your skin.”
“No no don’t!” squeaked Bethany, as Alix set to work on the buttons again.
“Don’t be shy, let me just… Oh, now, what are you doing?”
Bethany had begun writhing in her restraints, trying to keep Alix’s fingers from finding the buttons.
“Well, if you’re going to be stubborn.” Taking hold of the fabric with both hands, Alix tore the blouse open with one sharp tug. “That’s better.” She tucked it over Bethany’s shoulders and looked down in admiration at her firm, round breasts. “Now that’s what I call a gift worth unwrapping.”
To be honest, it was a relief for Bethany to feel cool air across her chest – until Alix’s hands began sliding up her sides. “Noho–nuh–pluhease!” she spluttered. “Just let me guhoho!”
“Aww, but I can’t wait to play with my new present.” Alix spidered her nails up and down a few times by way of warm-up. “So wriggly and tickly. I’m going to have hours of fun with this one. Cootchie-cootchie-coo!” She latched onto Bethany’s ribs with all eight fingers, while her thumbs reached out to caress the undersides of her breasts.
“Nahahahahahaha nohohoho naht–naht–naht theheheheherre!”
“Not where? Here?” Alix’s fingers moved inward, twitching against the sides and undersides of Bethany’s sensitive breasts, and stroking up and down the inside of her cleavage.
“No Alix pleheheheheheheeeeese!” The way her arms were bound behind her back, she had no choice but to keep her chest thrust forward to receive the tickles. And it wasn’t just the tickling that made the tears spring to her eyes. Waves of sensual pleasure were pulsing through her body, screaming for release, and every touch intensified Bethany’s frustration. “Alix pleeeeeeeheheese!”
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying this, baby. Are you still too warm? Let’s see what we can do.” Alix reached out to the glass of lemonade that still stood on the coffee table. Dipping her hand into it, she carefully selected the two largest chunks of ice. “These should do the trick.”
“Whuh–what are you going to–Aiyeeeee!” Bethany squealed as Alix pressed the ice against the rippling curves of her breasts. Her hands began moving in slow circles, over and under the squirming mounds. “Ah! It’s cold! It’s cold!” Drops of icy water trickled down Bethany’s sides and into her cleavage, fizzing slightly with traces of lemonade.
“That’s the idea, sweetheart.” Alix’s circles became spirals, growing tighter and tighter until the searing lumps of ice found their target – and clamped down onto Bethany’s nipples. She screeched in agony – and in ecstasy.
“Doesn’t that feel better? No? Then there’s only one thing left to try.”
Letting the ice cubes roll off Bethany’s body onto the sofa, Alix began tugging at the belt buckle that comprised her prisoner’s last remaining line of defence. “Denim can be pretty stifling, or so I’m told. Let’s get these jeans off, shall we?”
Bethany's eyes widened. Anything but that! She jerked violently, dragging the buckle out of her tormentor’s grip. She told herself not to panic. She had faith in that buckle. Her evening hadn’t exactly gone to plan so far, but at least she was sure of one thing – Alix would never have the patience to unfasten that buckle. She would give up and tickle Bethany through her jeans instead. That would be enough; that was what she needed. But the belt had to stay on, at any cost.
Alix made another grab for the buckle, but Bethany continued jerking and twisting. “Oh, I see,” said Alix. “You not done playing yet? You need me to tire you out a little first?” Her hands shot out and launched an all-out assault on Bethany’s defenceless upper body.
“Aaaahahahahaha! Not agahehehehain!”
“Tickle tickle tickle, little cutie.” Alix had her victim laid out on a platter, and she wasn’t giving any quarter. She raked her claws up and down Bethany’s sides, and then – the coup de grace – pushed her fingers into the struggling girl’s underarms.
“Nahooohohohoho!” But desperation gave her strength, and Alix’s distraction gave her an opportunity. The tickle sprite, in leaning forward, had raised herself up slightly on her knees, giving Bethany enough wiggle room to twist herself completely round onto her front. This had the effect of tearing Alix’s hands out of her underarms; and more importantly, it meant that the belt buckle was now pressed against the sofa cushions. Alix couldn’t even see it now, let alone unfasten it.
“Well, that was naughty.” Alix paused a moment to analyze the new situation; Bethany, gulping down lungfuls of air, tried to do the same. She seemed to be in a much better position now. Her blouse and hoodie, tangled up around the handcuffs, were protecting her back and sides to some degree; her breasts and underarms were fairly safe; and her jeans were more inviolable than ever. Of course Alix could make her turn around again – but maybe, in the absence of any further temptation, the tickle sprite would call it a day and let her go. Then she could crawl off to the bathroom and release the tension in her pelvic muscles on her own terms…
That tension was suddenly amplified as Alix began stroking the backs of her thighs. “You really don’t want me to get into these jeans, do you?” Her fingers played over Bethany’s butt cheeks, making her twitch and giggle. “That’s okay. We can do it this way.” Without any further warning, she plunged her hands into the pockets of the jeans.
This was an eventuality that Bethany simply hadn’t thought of; a hole in her fortress that she had left wide open. Now the only barrier between Alix’s nails and her bare skin was a flimsy pocket lining – and that was no barrier at all. Her world exploded; the very first squeeze sent her over the edge, into an orgasm so powerful that it rocked her entire body.
“Uh-oh, now someone’s in trouble.” The fingernails didn’t let up for a second. They wriggled with delighted vigour into her hyper-sensitive crotch, made extra ticklish by the physical convulsions that continued to course through her. Bethany flopped madly, unable to think or breathe. Her whole conscious awareness was contracted into one spot; there was nothing else now in the universe except that torturous agonizing wonderful unbearable sensation of ticklish ecstasy.
She didn’t know how long it lasted. She must have climaxed two or three times – it was hard to keep track. Eventually she managed, or was allowed, to pull her legs free of Alix’s scissor-grip. She curled up into a ball, with Alix still fighting to get in one last tickle. Then the attacks eased off, and Bethany was given chance to recover her breath. To her surprise, she felt a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.
“Thanks for that, Bethie. That was a lot of fun. I can’t wait to see the next game you come up with.”
The handcuffs came loose with a click, but Bethany’s arms were still tangled in her clothing and she didn’t have the energy to pull them loose. She simply lay as she was, with her legs pulled up to her chest, gasping and giggling hysterically. The adrenaline had drained out of her system, and now a feeling of sheer exhaustion washed over her.
She closed her eyes and let sleep take her. With her final breath of consciousness, she murmured thanks to Alix for a perfect evening.
This is a sequel to The Tickle Sprite, but you don't have to read that one first.
Enjoy.
Bethany’s heart pounded as she unlocked the door of her apartment.
The sound of the key turning in the lock used to be her signal to relax. It meant the end of another working day – no more tables to clean, no more coffee to make, no more irritating customers to smile at. The evenings were her time – she could kick back and chill, watch some television, enjoy all the soporific pleasures of solitude.
Not any more.
Five days ago, she had stupidly got herself lost in the woods, and had a harrowing encounter with… Well, the creature called itself a tickle sprite, but it didn’t behave like any sprite Bethany had ever heard of. For one thing, sprites were meant to stay in the forest. This one had followed her home.
Its name was Alix, and it took the form of a beautiful young woman with long dark hair, a teasing grin, ultra-sharp fingernails, and the most unimaginably perfect body. There was no doubt in Bethany’s mind about that last part, because it always appeared completely naked. That is, when it appeared at all. The sprite could make itself invisible at will – perfect for sudden ambushes.
Since the day the creature had moved in with her, Bethany hadn’t had a moment’s peace. Luckily it didn’t follow her to work – at least it hadn’t yet – but it was always lying in wait when she got home. A girl as ticklish as Bethany was catnip to a tickle sprite, and Alix didn’t miss a single opportunity. Whether she was undressing for bed, drying off after a shower, stretching out on the sofa, or even just reaching up to draw the curtains, she could count on those wicked fingers closing in on her and... Sometimes it was just a poke, a squeeze, or the electric touch of a fingernail – other times she would be pinned down and tickled out of her mind.
And the truth was – Bethany loved it. It was torture, but she loved it. Alix’s body drove her wild with desire; Alix’s fingers drove her wild with laughter; and the tension, the anticipation, that filled every waking moment set her nerves on edge and made the tickle attacks, when they did come, all the more unbearable – but she loved it.
Still, the intrusion into her private time was beginning to be a nuisance. It would be nice to have just one night off – one evening of not having to feel that constant shivery sense of expectation that haunted her whenever Alix was about. So she had come up with a plan. She was going to make herself untickleable.
On the way home from work she had stopped off and bought herself a whole new outfit. Her summer wardrobe was doing her no favours. What she needed was padding. Living on the outskirts of the city, her choice of clothing stores was limited – in fact, there was only one within walking distance, and it didn’t have a great range. But she had done the best she could. She was determined to have just one tickle-free evening – but she couldn’t still the beating of her heart as she closed the door behind her and locked herself in with her tormentor.
Finding an appropriate top had been the hardest part. It had to have long sleeves – for obvious reasons – and she had to be able to put it on and take it off without lifting her arms above her head. An exposed underarm was an irresistible temptation to a tickle sprite. She had finally found a blouse that fit the brief – it had long sleeves and buttons down the front – but the material was a little... thin. It was a cutesy gothic piece, jet-black with floral patterns, and the spaces in between the petals were lacy, almost transparent. Not ideal. But to compensate for this, she’d also bought herself a slate-grey hoodie, the thickest she could find. With this zipped up to her chin, she felt a little more secure.
As to the question of trousers, she hadn’t been sure whether loose-fitting cargo pants or skinny denims were the better option. Both had advantages and drawbacks, and in the end it had come down to a style choice. The skinny jeans went better with the blouse – so skinny jeans it was.
The pièce de résistance was the belt. She had fallen in love with it the moment she laid eyes on it. It was made of sturdy leather, and it had the most complicated buckle Bethany had ever seen. It had taken her ten minutes just to put it on – she was certain Alix wouldn’t have the patience to undo it. With this belt, and with her hoodie tucked into her waistband, she was a fortress.
Or so she hoped.
Lingering in the hall, she wondered whether to remove her shoes. She was wearing six pairs of socks but still… better safe than sorry. She left her shoes on and moved into the kitchen.
Another strange thing about Alix: sprites were supposed to be amoral, but Alix always seemed kind of… friendly. Mischievous, but friendly. When Bethany was in the kitchen or the bathroom, she never got more than a couple of quick digs – it was only when she was in bed or on the sofa that Alix really let loose on her. Sprites weren’t supposed to care whether their victims got hurt, but Alix… Alix was different.
In any case, Bethany kept a careful eye out while she made herself a drink. She had learnt to spot the telltale shimmer in the air that meant her new roommate was lurking invisibly nearby. She couldn’t see anything now, but that wasn’t exactly reassuring. Mostly she never saw the shimmer until it was too late. She poured herself a glass of lemonade and tossed in a liberal helping of ice – the new outfit was, admittedly, a little too warm for a balmy summer evening like this one.
Crossing over into the living room, she set the glass down on the coffee table and settled herself into the corner of the sofa. The pounding of her heart began to subside, and a feeling of triumph washed over her. She had made it this far without a peep from Alix. If she just stayed right here, ensconced inside her fortress, then maybe she could finally watch TV in peace.
The TV remote was on the table in front of her. She leaned forward and reached out for it.
The air shimmered – and five wriggling fingers dug deep into the hollow of her underarm.
Bethany shrieked and threw herself back onto the sofa. “Aiyeeehahahaaa!” Another invisible hand began squeezing her left side. “N-nohohohoho!” She tried to clamp back the laughter, but it was no use. She realized she had made a fatal mistake – she had vastly underestimated her own ticklishness. Even through the thick fabric of the hoodie, the probing fingers were already sending her into hysterics.
Then she felt her wrists seized from behind – and as she tried to bring her laughter under control, she heard a girlish whisper in her ear. “Well, aren’t you sweet? You got yourself all wrapped up for me, just like a cute little present. And I just love unwrapping presents.”
Un…wrapping? Oh no. Bethany fought to pull her arms free, but there was no escaping that iron grip. The teasing whisper came again. “You know what? I’ve got the perfect accessory for that outfit. Wait there.”
Suddenly she was released – but before she had time to think of making a break for it, Alix reappeared, no longer invisible but standing by the sofa in all her naked glory. She had her hands behind her back. “I’ve been shopping too,” she said. “Well, shoplifting.” She held out an arm – dangling from her fingers was a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “I just know these would look adorable on you.”
Bethany’s heart stopped. She gazed at the handcuffs as if hypnotized – and missed her only chance to run. Alix swooped down on her; the first cuff closed over her left wrist, and her arms were yanked behind her back. “No! No!” Too late she began to struggle. A well-placed dig from Alix made her screech and twist over to one side, and the second cuff snapped into place.
“Perfect. Now, let’s get a proper look at you.” Alix lifted Bethany’s feet onto the sofa, laying her out like a ragdoll, and placed a cushion underneath her head. The cuffs were digging into the base of her spine – she strained her muscles, trying to see if she could break them, but they held fast.
“The trouble with unwrapping presents,” said Alix, surveying her captive from head to toe, “is that I never know where to start.” Then she tutted, and her voice became a little chiding. “You know, you really ought to take your shoes off before you put your feet up on the furniture. Here, let me help you.”
Seating herself on Bethany’s ankles, Alix loosened the laces of her trainers and pulled them off her feet – then burst out laughing. “How many socks are you wearing?” Despite herself, Bethany laughed too. She kind of liked it when the sprite’s attitude of ironic detachment broke down into genuine emotion. It was moments like this that made her think of Alix more as a friend than as an enemy.
“It won’t do you any good, you know.” Alix pressed her fingers into Bethany’s arches and began to squeeze. “These feet are so ticklish, even a hundred pairs of socks wouldn’t save you.”
It was true. That first squeeze sent a jolt through Bethany’s body as if she’d been electrocuted – and now she wriggled frantically as Alix’s fingers continued digging into her soles. “Naha… no,” she gasped. “No stahahp… no please stahahahahp!”
“Still, though,” said Alix, ignoring her protests, “I’d like to get a look at those little tootsies.”
“Oh no no please!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let the fun end too soon. We’ll do this one layer at a time.” She deftly removed one pair of socks and dug her fingers in again. “Does that tickle just a little more now, huh?”
“Ahahaha yeheheheheesss!” It tickled like crazy, and Bethany knew this was only the beginning. With her feet trapped between Alix’s thighs, and her hands cuffed behind her back, there was nothing she could do but squirm. She had never been so helpless. Another pair of socks came off, and now the tickle sprite changed her tactics and began pinching the sides of her heel.
“Nahahaha pleheheese!”
“Ooh, these ones are padded. I bet the tickles will get a lot worse when these are gone.”
With every pair of socks that joined the pile on the floor, Bethany’s torment grew. She was amazed that she had ever thought that any number of socks could protect her. Her feet was just too insanely ticklish – and her utter helplessness was making her more ticklish than ever.
“Are we close yet?” said Alix. “How many layers do we have to get through?”
“I don’t… hahahaha… I don’t knoohohoho!” Bethany couldn’t even remember. She only hoped it wouldn’t be much longer. She knew this wouldn’t end until Alix reached skin. As much as she dreaded that moment, the anticipation was even more unbearable.
Alix pulled off another pair of socks and gave a little gasp. “I think this is it,” she said. “I think this is the final pair.” She let her nails dance lightly over Bethany’s soles, provoking another outburst of desperate laughter. “Yep, this is definitely it. Da da-da da!” With a theatrical flourish, she ripped off Bethany’s last layer of protection, exposing the soft pink flesh of her bare feet.
“So that’s where those naughty little toes were hiding. And these arches… so cute! I could tickle these all day.”
“Nohohohostahahahahahahp!” The anticipation had been unbearable, but this was worse. Bethany thrashed wildly as Alix’s nails dragged up and down her soles. “Pleasestahahahahahahp!”
“I think these toes deserve a little punishment. Try to hide from me, would you?” Alix gripped both sets of toes and wriggled her fingers into the crease at their base. Bethany howled with laughter. Her feet were slick with sweat, and Alix’s fingers slid easily into the gaps between each toe, which she now began exploring with merciless thoroughness. In truth, Bethany was drenched in sweat all over, and the beads of moisture that rolled across her skin only enhanced the ticklish sensation. “No–no mooorhohohore!”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Alix. “I shouldn’t be playing when there’s still so much unwrapping left to do.” She swung herself around and settled on top of Bethany’s thighs, crossing her legs beneath her so that her victim was caught as in a vice.
“Now don’t argue,” she said. “It’s for your own good. You’ll overheat if you’re not careful. Not that you don’t look absolutely scrumptious in that hoodie, but wouldn’t you feel better if I…” She took hold of the zipper and pulled – then broke into a giggle when she saw the blouse.
“Oh, sweetheart! That’s not much defence now, is it?” She had dropped the ironic act again, and her eyes glittered with amusement. “I could just…” Leaving the hoodie half-unfastened, she reached inside it and gave the helpless girl a quick tickle, using only the pads of her fingertips. Bethany yelped and jolted. The blouse made no difference whatsoever. She might as well be naked.
“Still, let’s play the game.” The sprite unzipped the hoodie the rest of the way, then pushed it aside to give free access to the line of delicate black buttons. “Besides,” she said, “I love a good unbuttoning.”
The word sent shivers down Bethany’s spine. Alix seemed to notice, and grinned slyly as her slender fingers deftly undid the lowest button. “You know,” she said, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper, “some people say unbuttoning is the most erotic word in the dictionary.” The second button came loose. She moved on to the next one, working slowly upwards.
“I’m not sure I agree, though,” she continued. “I can think of more erotic words than that.” Another button gave way beneath her dextrous touch. “Words like… midriff.” With the blouse unfastened almost halfway to the top, Alix parted the fabric to reveal a tight, quivering belly. Bethany whimpered. Her arousal was already at its peak, and Alix’s seductive murmur was threatening to send her into overdrive.
“Words like helpless and vulnerable.” She brought her fingers into position, fanning them out on either side of Bethany’s navel, letting the tip of each nail rest lightly upon the smooth expanse of naked skin. Bethany clenched her teeth and pushed her head back – a low sound escaped her, something halfway between a giggle and a moan.
“Words like… ticklish.”
“Ahahahahahaha noooohohohoho!” Bethany twisted desperately from side to side, as Alix’s nails scampered with lightning speed over every visible inch of skin, from the sides of her waist to her lower ribs to the jutting angle of her hipbones. With her hands tied, she was powerless to resist. A fingertip swooped into her bellybutton and swirled along the inner edge. She let out a high-pitched scream before dissolving into still more frantic fits of laughter.
But even in the midst of her torment, a worrying realization was forcing itself on her attention. She had got dressed in a hurry that morning. She got dressed in a hurry every morning, since Alix had moved in. But that morning she had gone to work without a bra. She had thought about buying one while she was at the clothes store, but it seemed silly when she had so many at home. She hadn’t expected Alix to penetrate this far. And now it was starting to look like she had made a serious mistake. Because once Alix finished unbuttoning her blouse, she would be totally exposed.
So even as she made every effort to escape, she hoped Alix would stay focused on her midriff. Or maybe – the thought came to her against her will – maybe a little lower down. But it was a vain hope. She knew better than that. Her breasts were bouncing freely underneath the blouse, and her nipples were rock-hard. A tickle sprite would never ignore such an obvious target.
She was right. “Feeling cooler now?” said Alix. “Hmm, you’re still a little sweaty. You should get a little more air to your skin.”
“No no don’t!” squeaked Bethany, as Alix set to work on the buttons again.
“Don’t be shy, let me just… Oh, now, what are you doing?”
Bethany had begun writhing in her restraints, trying to keep Alix’s fingers from finding the buttons.
“Well, if you’re going to be stubborn.” Taking hold of the fabric with both hands, Alix tore the blouse open with one sharp tug. “That’s better.” She tucked it over Bethany’s shoulders and looked down in admiration at her firm, round breasts. “Now that’s what I call a gift worth unwrapping.”
To be honest, it was a relief for Bethany to feel cool air across her chest – until Alix’s hands began sliding up her sides. “Noho–nuh–pluhease!” she spluttered. “Just let me guhoho!”
“Aww, but I can’t wait to play with my new present.” Alix spidered her nails up and down a few times by way of warm-up. “So wriggly and tickly. I’m going to have hours of fun with this one. Cootchie-cootchie-coo!” She latched onto Bethany’s ribs with all eight fingers, while her thumbs reached out to caress the undersides of her breasts.
“Nahahahahahaha nohohoho naht–naht–naht theheheheherre!”
“Not where? Here?” Alix’s fingers moved inward, twitching against the sides and undersides of Bethany’s sensitive breasts, and stroking up and down the inside of her cleavage.
“No Alix pleheheheheheheeeeese!” The way her arms were bound behind her back, she had no choice but to keep her chest thrust forward to receive the tickles. And it wasn’t just the tickling that made the tears spring to her eyes. Waves of sensual pleasure were pulsing through her body, screaming for release, and every touch intensified Bethany’s frustration. “Alix pleeeeeeeheheese!”
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying this, baby. Are you still too warm? Let’s see what we can do.” Alix reached out to the glass of lemonade that still stood on the coffee table. Dipping her hand into it, she carefully selected the two largest chunks of ice. “These should do the trick.”
“Whuh–what are you going to–Aiyeeeee!” Bethany squealed as Alix pressed the ice against the rippling curves of her breasts. Her hands began moving in slow circles, over and under the squirming mounds. “Ah! It’s cold! It’s cold!” Drops of icy water trickled down Bethany’s sides and into her cleavage, fizzing slightly with traces of lemonade.
“That’s the idea, sweetheart.” Alix’s circles became spirals, growing tighter and tighter until the searing lumps of ice found their target – and clamped down onto Bethany’s nipples. She screeched in agony – and in ecstasy.
“Doesn’t that feel better? No? Then there’s only one thing left to try.”
Letting the ice cubes roll off Bethany’s body onto the sofa, Alix began tugging at the belt buckle that comprised her prisoner’s last remaining line of defence. “Denim can be pretty stifling, or so I’m told. Let’s get these jeans off, shall we?”
Bethany's eyes widened. Anything but that! She jerked violently, dragging the buckle out of her tormentor’s grip. She told herself not to panic. She had faith in that buckle. Her evening hadn’t exactly gone to plan so far, but at least she was sure of one thing – Alix would never have the patience to unfasten that buckle. She would give up and tickle Bethany through her jeans instead. That would be enough; that was what she needed. But the belt had to stay on, at any cost.
Alix made another grab for the buckle, but Bethany continued jerking and twisting. “Oh, I see,” said Alix. “You not done playing yet? You need me to tire you out a little first?” Her hands shot out and launched an all-out assault on Bethany’s defenceless upper body.
“Aaaahahahahaha! Not agahehehehain!”
“Tickle tickle tickle, little cutie.” Alix had her victim laid out on a platter, and she wasn’t giving any quarter. She raked her claws up and down Bethany’s sides, and then – the coup de grace – pushed her fingers into the struggling girl’s underarms.
“Nahooohohohoho!” But desperation gave her strength, and Alix’s distraction gave her an opportunity. The tickle sprite, in leaning forward, had raised herself up slightly on her knees, giving Bethany enough wiggle room to twist herself completely round onto her front. This had the effect of tearing Alix’s hands out of her underarms; and more importantly, it meant that the belt buckle was now pressed against the sofa cushions. Alix couldn’t even see it now, let alone unfasten it.
“Well, that was naughty.” Alix paused a moment to analyze the new situation; Bethany, gulping down lungfuls of air, tried to do the same. She seemed to be in a much better position now. Her blouse and hoodie, tangled up around the handcuffs, were protecting her back and sides to some degree; her breasts and underarms were fairly safe; and her jeans were more inviolable than ever. Of course Alix could make her turn around again – but maybe, in the absence of any further temptation, the tickle sprite would call it a day and let her go. Then she could crawl off to the bathroom and release the tension in her pelvic muscles on her own terms…
That tension was suddenly amplified as Alix began stroking the backs of her thighs. “You really don’t want me to get into these jeans, do you?” Her fingers played over Bethany’s butt cheeks, making her twitch and giggle. “That’s okay. We can do it this way.” Without any further warning, she plunged her hands into the pockets of the jeans.
This was an eventuality that Bethany simply hadn’t thought of; a hole in her fortress that she had left wide open. Now the only barrier between Alix’s nails and her bare skin was a flimsy pocket lining – and that was no barrier at all. Her world exploded; the very first squeeze sent her over the edge, into an orgasm so powerful that it rocked her entire body.
“Uh-oh, now someone’s in trouble.” The fingernails didn’t let up for a second. They wriggled with delighted vigour into her hyper-sensitive crotch, made extra ticklish by the physical convulsions that continued to course through her. Bethany flopped madly, unable to think or breathe. Her whole conscious awareness was contracted into one spot; there was nothing else now in the universe except that torturous agonizing wonderful unbearable sensation of ticklish ecstasy.
She didn’t know how long it lasted. She must have climaxed two or three times – it was hard to keep track. Eventually she managed, or was allowed, to pull her legs free of Alix’s scissor-grip. She curled up into a ball, with Alix still fighting to get in one last tickle. Then the attacks eased off, and Bethany was given chance to recover her breath. To her surprise, she felt a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.
“Thanks for that, Bethie. That was a lot of fun. I can’t wait to see the next game you come up with.”
The handcuffs came loose with a click, but Bethany’s arms were still tangled in her clothing and she didn’t have the energy to pull them loose. She simply lay as she was, with her legs pulled up to her chest, gasping and giggling hysterically. The adrenaline had drained out of her system, and now a feeling of sheer exhaustion washed over her.
She closed her eyes and let sleep take her. With her final breath of consciousness, she murmured thanks to Alix for a perfect evening.
