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The story so far:Window of Opportunity, Part 1: Introducing Megan Huntley (M/f, noncon, sexual)
The door opened. Don, the picture of the gracious host, ushered in two women. One of them, short and pale with blonde hair and warm brown eyes, he introduced as Becky, a local hairdresser and “independent distributor.” Her ruffled white top covered small but perky breasts and a tiny waist; denim jeans tucked into cowgirl boots hugged her narrow hips and elegantly slender thighs. Her friend was average height, a bit wider than most, with olive skin and long, slightly curled brown hair. Her hazel eyes lit up in a smile as she was introduced as Madison, her loose, modestly cut blue sundress failing to hide her impressive figure and ending midway down her thick thighs, the rest of her smooth, curvy legs on full display with only strappy brown sandals to cover her feet. Don and Lionel greeted each of the two with a friendly hug; Megan and Katy gave friendly handshakes. Don then summarized for the two new girls the conversation so far, once again making a big deal about how great Megan’s article had been.
The conversation continued for a while, Katy and Megan getting to know their new neighbors more, when something happened that set alarm bells blaring in Megan’s head. It was a small thing; Don’s hand, seemingly by accident, brushed against Katy’s side. The tall redhead yelped and pulled away. Don looked surprised, then grinned mischievously at Katy, fingers wriggling in the air.
“A little ticklish, are we?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Katy said, her tone dead serious. The others looked between her and Don awkwardly, until the ponytailed man shrugged and dropped his hand. The conversation resumed after that, but Megan kept a close eye on Don, and caught him looking speculatively at Katy several times when the latter wasn’t looking. Thinking back to her investigative work, while the Tiotown Tickler had always been described as wearing a ski mask, he was estimated at about Don’s height and build, and one or two interview subjects had mentioned dark hair poking out from the mask. The raven-haired reporter tried to tell herself it was nothing, but every criminal she’d interviewed had loved the notoriety of having their story in a newspaper, and Don had loved the article she’d written on the Tickler…
After a few minutes, Megan came to a decision. Waiting until her cup was drained, she asked for directions to the bathroom – through the doorway at the back of the living room, down the hall to the left, first door on the right. Just before leaving the living room, she glanced back; Katy was the only one looking her way, so Megan signaled her housemate to keep them distracted. The sound of the taller woman setting up a game of poker and insisting apropos of nothing that the boys couldn’t convince her to make it strip poker followed Megan down the hall as she walked past the bathroom. Stepping into a bedroom – probably Don’s, going by all the black jeans in the laundry hamper – she quickly propped open a window with a ruler from the room’s writing desk, glanced out at the backyard to try to gauge where the best spot to drop from the top of the privacy fence was, then hurried into the bathroom and waited a few minutes.
Returning to the living room, she saw that the boys apparently had not even tried to convince Katy to make it strip poker – it wouldn’t have taken much pushing on their part before the fiery-haired beauty ‘reluctantly’ agreed, but the four were fully clothed and wagering poker chips. Megan was dealt in, and played for over an hour. Finally, she and Katy made their excuses- Megan never took weekends off and would need a good night’s sleep, Katy was meeting some friends for breakfast and a shopping trip – and left, the others indicating they’d be partying for a while yet. As they passed the privacy fence, Megan jerked her head for Katy to follow and darted around to the rear of the property.
“Give me a boost,” she whispered. Katy raised a skeptical eyebrow, but kept her voice down when she responded.
“You’re breaking into their house after they just hosted us?”
“Katy, this is important. I think Don might be the Tickler,” Megan said. “If he is, he has to be caught, and if he’s not, well at least we know our neighbor isn’t some criminal freak.”
“Megan, he’s definitely not the Tickler,” Katy flatly said. “What would the odds of us moving in right down the street from that creep even be?”
“Look, if you don’t believe me, at least help me so I can prove that it's not him to myself!”
“… I’m not waiting around,” Katy sighed, and boosted Megan over the fence. Dropping down on the soft grass, the reporter wished she had stopped off at home to change her clothes; skinny jeans and low-heeled ankle boots weren’t exactly ideal for sneaking around and climbing through windows. It was too late for that now, though, so the dark-haired beauty hurried to the open window as quietly as she could and began to climb through, being careful not to knock the ruler out of it. Halfway in, the button of her jeans caught on the sill; she wriggled back and forth eventually freeing herself and sliding forward again, but her hip caught the ruler as she did so. The little piece of wood spun to the ground, while the heavy window plummeted down like a guillotine, slamming into Megan’s round buttocks just below her tailbone.
“Ah!” she cried out just before clamping a hand over her mouth. The sound of conversation from outside ended. Megan desperately tried to free herself, but the position was too awkward, the window was too heavy. She couldn’t slide forward, too much of her globular buttocks were still outside the frame. She couldn’t slide backwards, her fly’s treacherous button caught on the sill again. Nor could she lift the heavy window from her awkward position. Despite her efforts, when the four remaining partygoers entered the room, Megan was still hanging halfway through the window, loose black hair spilling down to perfectly frame her cleavage while her legs kicked helplessly at the air outside. She forced a smile.
“Well this is awkward,” she said, forcing as much confidence into her tone as she could. The others just stared; Madison looked concerned, Becky confused, Don irritated, and Lionel – well, Lionel was enjoying the view provided by Megan’s bent-forward position and low neckline.
“Are you… ok?” Madison finally asked.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Megan said breezily, desperately hoping they didn’t see through her (well, she knew Lionel at least wouldn’t). “Thought I’d play a friendly prank, rearrange somebody’s room on them a little and sneak out again. Didn’t quite work out, but I guess you knew that.”
She patted the heavy window as she said the last sentence, and was relieved to see Becky and Madison’s frowns turn to expressions of understanding. Worryingly, Don’s frown turned to a devious smirk. He strolled towards the trapped brunette, coming to lean against the wall next to her with his arms folded.
“A prank, huh? Well, since you got caught, there’s got to be some sort of penalty,” He glanced towards the others. “What do you guys think?”
“Ooh, we could give her ridiculous makeup!” Becky jumped in immediately.
“That seems mean,” Madison said hesitantly. “I mean, she said she was trying to be friendly, we could just let her go…”
“Lionel? Any thoughts?” Don asked; then, when the distracted man didn’t immediately respond, “Earth to Lionel, anyone in there? Lionel!”
The sandy-haired man shook his head as if coming out of a trance.
“Oh, uh, we could… put some photos on the neighborhood group chat? Of her stuck in the window?”
Megan rolled her eyes; of course he’d want some photos of her, but if that was all it took to get out, she had nothing to worry about. While Don hummed and made a show of thinking about their suggestions, Lionel went back to staring at Megan’s impressive cleavage. If reporting didn’t work out for her, the black-haired beauty wryly reflected, maybe she could become a hypnotist, make men hand over their wallets by bouncing her boobs in their faces. In her amusement, she didn’t notice that Don had uncrossed his arms and positioned his hands flanking her until his index fingers speared into her soft sides.
“EEK dohohon’t!” Megan wailed and snatched her arms in to her sides. To her dismay, he simply wrapped his hands around lower and began wriggling his fingers all over her midriff, scrabbling randomly at everything from her ribcage to the waistband of her skinny jeans. When she tried to protect her belly, he went back to her sides, continually forcing begrudging laughter out of the busty trespasser. Her horror grew as Becky joined him a moment later, digging her sharp nails into Megan’s soft flesh.
“EEAAHAHA NOOO!” Luckily for the hapless brunette, the other two didn’t seem keen to join in the torment. Madison looked slightly disapproving, and if Lionel had been easily mesmerized by Megan’s breasts when she was holding still he certainly wasn’t going to break out of it now that they were bouncing and wobbling with every breath of laughter. Unfortunately for Megan, her luck wouldn’t hold for long.
“Are you two just going to stand there or what?” Don said, forcing Megan’s left arm behind her back with one hand while his other squeezed at her ribs and wriggled fingers between the bones.
“I still think we should let her go,” Madison said while the gorgeous captive squealed. “She wrote a whole article on people being tortured like that, I doubt she enjoys it herself.”
“Sounds like you might be ticklish yourself,” Don smirked as his fingers darted up into Megan’s cloth-covered pit, making her green eyes go as wide as saucers. Madison glared at Don for a moment, then snapped her fingers in front of Lionel’s face a few times.
“There’s not much room for us in here, but I’ll bet Megan’s feet are ticklish too,” she said begrudgingly, jerking her head for the short man to follow her as she walked out of the room.
“WAIHAIHAIT NOHO! PLEEHEEHEEASE!” Megan screamed after the olive-skinned brunette. A moment later her fear at having her feet tickled too was lost in laughter as Don pulled her right arm behind her back, holding both her wrists with one hand while he and Becky ran rampant across her belly and sides. One of Becky’s hands found the indent of Megan’s belly button through her purple shirt; the blonde quickly darted a single sharp nail into the small cavity, pressing the fabric in and swirling around. The other hand moved up to play around Megan’s collarbones, one of them coincidentally flicking across the hollow of her pale throat and drawing the loudest shriek yet out of the beleaguered beauty. Becky raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow and focused on that spot; Megan’s brilliant green eyes quickly squeezed shut, her full pink lips stretching wide as her air-deprived laughter devolved to random squeaks and gasps.
In her distracted state, Megan was completely unprepared when hands gripped each of her ankles and began tugging at her boots. She instinctively tried to draw her legs up, only succeeding in banging her knees against the outside wall of the house and pulling her feet straight out of their protection, leaving her delicate tootsies unprotected but for a pair of purple ankle socks with green toes. A moment later, she was kicking wildly as fingers scuttled over her soles. One pair of hands lost its grip on Megan’s ankle, while the other held firm. Her loose leg was soon wrapped tightly in an arm and pulled in tight against a soft hip. As it turned out, her socks did nothing to protect Megan from the new onslaught; instead, the way the cotton fabric bunched up and stretched under the wiggling digits spread the tickling sensations across her perfect arches, adding to the already overwhelming sensations now racing through the nerves in her shapely legs.
With six other hands running wild across the tickle toy’s tight, slender body, Don’s sly paw went unnoticed as it pushed the hem of her tight purple tee upwards, bunching it up just below her bouncing breasts. When that hand darted onto bare flesh along with one of Becky’s, though, Megan’s reaction was immediate.
“YAAAAHAAHA NOHOHOHOOOOOO!” Arching her back, the trapped woman screamed at the top of her lungs and threw her shoulders from side to side, nearly breaking Don’s grip on her delicate wrists. Her tightly held legs tensed and flexed on the other side of the window, but Lionel and Madison had tight grips and barely even noticed the panicked brunette’s struggles. Don’s free fingers stabbed into her side, twisting like drill bits against her exposed skin. Becky’s nails slashed across pale, creamy flesh, leaving pink lines in their wake, before returning to Megan’s thin, deep belly button. A single nail circled the rim of the captive’s navel, then darted in deep. The blonde’s other hand still flitted around Megan’s throat and collarbones, occasionally flicking up around the giggling girl’s jawline and ears.
“Keep her busy!” Don called out, releasing Megan’s arms and stepping away. The others obliged; Lionel pulled the sock on Megan’s left foot down off her heel, alternating between tickling the bare, smooth skin and the neighboring cotton-clad flesh of her arch and toes; Madison stepped over Megan’s right leg, clamping her thick thighs around the thinner girl’s calf, and began digging all ten fingers into Megan’s socked sole; and Becky, now forced to contend with Megan’s flailing arms, leaned down to nibble at the side of the brunette’s neck while her hands pinched randomly all over the tickle-toy’s torso. Megan, for her part, kept her eyes screwed tightly shut with laughter and couldn’t even muster the presence of mind to pull her shirt back down over her flat belly. Had her eyes been open, and had she looked Don’s way, the sight of what he had in his hands would have drawn a louder scream out of her than anything she had suffered thus far...
To be continued...
Part 3
The door opened. Don, the picture of the gracious host, ushered in two women. One of them, short and pale with blonde hair and warm brown eyes, he introduced as Becky, a local hairdresser and “independent distributor.” Her ruffled white top covered small but perky breasts and a tiny waist; denim jeans tucked into cowgirl boots hugged her narrow hips and elegantly slender thighs. Her friend was average height, a bit wider than most, with olive skin and long, slightly curled brown hair. Her hazel eyes lit up in a smile as she was introduced as Madison, her loose, modestly cut blue sundress failing to hide her impressive figure and ending midway down her thick thighs, the rest of her smooth, curvy legs on full display with only strappy brown sandals to cover her feet. Don and Lionel greeted each of the two with a friendly hug; Megan and Katy gave friendly handshakes. Don then summarized for the two new girls the conversation so far, once again making a big deal about how great Megan’s article had been.
The conversation continued for a while, Katy and Megan getting to know their new neighbors more, when something happened that set alarm bells blaring in Megan’s head. It was a small thing; Don’s hand, seemingly by accident, brushed against Katy’s side. The tall redhead yelped and pulled away. Don looked surprised, then grinned mischievously at Katy, fingers wriggling in the air.
“A little ticklish, are we?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Katy said, her tone dead serious. The others looked between her and Don awkwardly, until the ponytailed man shrugged and dropped his hand. The conversation resumed after that, but Megan kept a close eye on Don, and caught him looking speculatively at Katy several times when the latter wasn’t looking. Thinking back to her investigative work, while the Tiotown Tickler had always been described as wearing a ski mask, he was estimated at about Don’s height and build, and one or two interview subjects had mentioned dark hair poking out from the mask. The raven-haired reporter tried to tell herself it was nothing, but every criminal she’d interviewed had loved the notoriety of having their story in a newspaper, and Don had loved the article she’d written on the Tickler…
After a few minutes, Megan came to a decision. Waiting until her cup was drained, she asked for directions to the bathroom – through the doorway at the back of the living room, down the hall to the left, first door on the right. Just before leaving the living room, she glanced back; Katy was the only one looking her way, so Megan signaled her housemate to keep them distracted. The sound of the taller woman setting up a game of poker and insisting apropos of nothing that the boys couldn’t convince her to make it strip poker followed Megan down the hall as she walked past the bathroom. Stepping into a bedroom – probably Don’s, going by all the black jeans in the laundry hamper – she quickly propped open a window with a ruler from the room’s writing desk, glanced out at the backyard to try to gauge where the best spot to drop from the top of the privacy fence was, then hurried into the bathroom and waited a few minutes.
Returning to the living room, she saw that the boys apparently had not even tried to convince Katy to make it strip poker – it wouldn’t have taken much pushing on their part before the fiery-haired beauty ‘reluctantly’ agreed, but the four were fully clothed and wagering poker chips. Megan was dealt in, and played for over an hour. Finally, she and Katy made their excuses- Megan never took weekends off and would need a good night’s sleep, Katy was meeting some friends for breakfast and a shopping trip – and left, the others indicating they’d be partying for a while yet. As they passed the privacy fence, Megan jerked her head for Katy to follow and darted around to the rear of the property.
“Give me a boost,” she whispered. Katy raised a skeptical eyebrow, but kept her voice down when she responded.
“You’re breaking into their house after they just hosted us?”
“Katy, this is important. I think Don might be the Tickler,” Megan said. “If he is, he has to be caught, and if he’s not, well at least we know our neighbor isn’t some criminal freak.”
“Megan, he’s definitely not the Tickler,” Katy flatly said. “What would the odds of us moving in right down the street from that creep even be?”
“Look, if you don’t believe me, at least help me so I can prove that it's not him to myself!”
“… I’m not waiting around,” Katy sighed, and boosted Megan over the fence. Dropping down on the soft grass, the reporter wished she had stopped off at home to change her clothes; skinny jeans and low-heeled ankle boots weren’t exactly ideal for sneaking around and climbing through windows. It was too late for that now, though, so the dark-haired beauty hurried to the open window as quietly as she could and began to climb through, being careful not to knock the ruler out of it. Halfway in, the button of her jeans caught on the sill; she wriggled back and forth eventually freeing herself and sliding forward again, but her hip caught the ruler as she did so. The little piece of wood spun to the ground, while the heavy window plummeted down like a guillotine, slamming into Megan’s round buttocks just below her tailbone.
“Ah!” she cried out just before clamping a hand over her mouth. The sound of conversation from outside ended. Megan desperately tried to free herself, but the position was too awkward, the window was too heavy. She couldn’t slide forward, too much of her globular buttocks were still outside the frame. She couldn’t slide backwards, her fly’s treacherous button caught on the sill again. Nor could she lift the heavy window from her awkward position. Despite her efforts, when the four remaining partygoers entered the room, Megan was still hanging halfway through the window, loose black hair spilling down to perfectly frame her cleavage while her legs kicked helplessly at the air outside. She forced a smile.
“Well this is awkward,” she said, forcing as much confidence into her tone as she could. The others just stared; Madison looked concerned, Becky confused, Don irritated, and Lionel – well, Lionel was enjoying the view provided by Megan’s bent-forward position and low neckline.
“Are you… ok?” Madison finally asked.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Megan said breezily, desperately hoping they didn’t see through her (well, she knew Lionel at least wouldn’t). “Thought I’d play a friendly prank, rearrange somebody’s room on them a little and sneak out again. Didn’t quite work out, but I guess you knew that.”
She patted the heavy window as she said the last sentence, and was relieved to see Becky and Madison’s frowns turn to expressions of understanding. Worryingly, Don’s frown turned to a devious smirk. He strolled towards the trapped brunette, coming to lean against the wall next to her with his arms folded.
“A prank, huh? Well, since you got caught, there’s got to be some sort of penalty,” He glanced towards the others. “What do you guys think?”
“Ooh, we could give her ridiculous makeup!” Becky jumped in immediately.
“That seems mean,” Madison said hesitantly. “I mean, she said she was trying to be friendly, we could just let her go…”
“Lionel? Any thoughts?” Don asked; then, when the distracted man didn’t immediately respond, “Earth to Lionel, anyone in there? Lionel!”
The sandy-haired man shook his head as if coming out of a trance.
“Oh, uh, we could… put some photos on the neighborhood group chat? Of her stuck in the window?”
Megan rolled her eyes; of course he’d want some photos of her, but if that was all it took to get out, she had nothing to worry about. While Don hummed and made a show of thinking about their suggestions, Lionel went back to staring at Megan’s impressive cleavage. If reporting didn’t work out for her, the black-haired beauty wryly reflected, maybe she could become a hypnotist, make men hand over their wallets by bouncing her boobs in their faces. In her amusement, she didn’t notice that Don had uncrossed his arms and positioned his hands flanking her until his index fingers speared into her soft sides.
“EEK dohohon’t!” Megan wailed and snatched her arms in to her sides. To her dismay, he simply wrapped his hands around lower and began wriggling his fingers all over her midriff, scrabbling randomly at everything from her ribcage to the waistband of her skinny jeans. When she tried to protect her belly, he went back to her sides, continually forcing begrudging laughter out of the busty trespasser. Her horror grew as Becky joined him a moment later, digging her sharp nails into Megan’s soft flesh.
“EEAAHAHA NOOO!” Luckily for the hapless brunette, the other two didn’t seem keen to join in the torment. Madison looked slightly disapproving, and if Lionel had been easily mesmerized by Megan’s breasts when she was holding still he certainly wasn’t going to break out of it now that they were bouncing and wobbling with every breath of laughter. Unfortunately for Megan, her luck wouldn’t hold for long.
“Are you two just going to stand there or what?” Don said, forcing Megan’s left arm behind her back with one hand while his other squeezed at her ribs and wriggled fingers between the bones.
“I still think we should let her go,” Madison said while the gorgeous captive squealed. “She wrote a whole article on people being tortured like that, I doubt she enjoys it herself.”
“Sounds like you might be ticklish yourself,” Don smirked as his fingers darted up into Megan’s cloth-covered pit, making her green eyes go as wide as saucers. Madison glared at Don for a moment, then snapped her fingers in front of Lionel’s face a few times.
“There’s not much room for us in here, but I’ll bet Megan’s feet are ticklish too,” she said begrudgingly, jerking her head for the short man to follow her as she walked out of the room.
“WAIHAIHAIT NOHO! PLEEHEEHEEASE!” Megan screamed after the olive-skinned brunette. A moment later her fear at having her feet tickled too was lost in laughter as Don pulled her right arm behind her back, holding both her wrists with one hand while he and Becky ran rampant across her belly and sides. One of Becky’s hands found the indent of Megan’s belly button through her purple shirt; the blonde quickly darted a single sharp nail into the small cavity, pressing the fabric in and swirling around. The other hand moved up to play around Megan’s collarbones, one of them coincidentally flicking across the hollow of her pale throat and drawing the loudest shriek yet out of the beleaguered beauty. Becky raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow and focused on that spot; Megan’s brilliant green eyes quickly squeezed shut, her full pink lips stretching wide as her air-deprived laughter devolved to random squeaks and gasps.
In her distracted state, Megan was completely unprepared when hands gripped each of her ankles and began tugging at her boots. She instinctively tried to draw her legs up, only succeeding in banging her knees against the outside wall of the house and pulling her feet straight out of their protection, leaving her delicate tootsies unprotected but for a pair of purple ankle socks with green toes. A moment later, she was kicking wildly as fingers scuttled over her soles. One pair of hands lost its grip on Megan’s ankle, while the other held firm. Her loose leg was soon wrapped tightly in an arm and pulled in tight against a soft hip. As it turned out, her socks did nothing to protect Megan from the new onslaught; instead, the way the cotton fabric bunched up and stretched under the wiggling digits spread the tickling sensations across her perfect arches, adding to the already overwhelming sensations now racing through the nerves in her shapely legs.
With six other hands running wild across the tickle toy’s tight, slender body, Don’s sly paw went unnoticed as it pushed the hem of her tight purple tee upwards, bunching it up just below her bouncing breasts. When that hand darted onto bare flesh along with one of Becky’s, though, Megan’s reaction was immediate.
“YAAAAHAAHA NOHOHOHOOOOOO!” Arching her back, the trapped woman screamed at the top of her lungs and threw her shoulders from side to side, nearly breaking Don’s grip on her delicate wrists. Her tightly held legs tensed and flexed on the other side of the window, but Lionel and Madison had tight grips and barely even noticed the panicked brunette’s struggles. Don’s free fingers stabbed into her side, twisting like drill bits against her exposed skin. Becky’s nails slashed across pale, creamy flesh, leaving pink lines in their wake, before returning to Megan’s thin, deep belly button. A single nail circled the rim of the captive’s navel, then darted in deep. The blonde’s other hand still flitted around Megan’s throat and collarbones, occasionally flicking up around the giggling girl’s jawline and ears.
“Keep her busy!” Don called out, releasing Megan’s arms and stepping away. The others obliged; Lionel pulled the sock on Megan’s left foot down off her heel, alternating between tickling the bare, smooth skin and the neighboring cotton-clad flesh of her arch and toes; Madison stepped over Megan’s right leg, clamping her thick thighs around the thinner girl’s calf, and began digging all ten fingers into Megan’s socked sole; and Becky, now forced to contend with Megan’s flailing arms, leaned down to nibble at the side of the brunette’s neck while her hands pinched randomly all over the tickle-toy’s torso. Megan, for her part, kept her eyes screwed tightly shut with laughter and couldn’t even muster the presence of mind to pull her shirt back down over her flat belly. Had her eyes been open, and had she looked Don’s way, the sight of what he had in his hands would have drawn a louder scream out of her than anything she had suffered thus far...
To be continued...
Part 3
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