Message-ID: <19701eli$9902050449@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Myst22_1998@yahoo.com Subject: Kutyo's Classic pt.3 Newsgroups: alt.multimedia.tk,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.fetish.tickling Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <79drgn$u0r$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> here is part 3 of on the road ============================================ Beth struggled against her bonds, tugging at her wrists and ankles, but the soft silk rope the twins had tied her with held her tight on the little bed. They had pulled off her shorts and panties before tying her spread-eagled, and now she lay naked, alone in the van, while they went shopping. Beth had hitched a ride from the two beautiful redheaded girls, hoping to get a little closer to her mom in Seattle for the holidays. Little had she realized they how incredibly cruel and heartless the twins really were--not until Tammi had handcuffed her, tied her down on the bed in the back of the van, and subjected her to over an hour of nonstop tickling. Tammi had tickled her feet until Beth was sure she was going to go insane. Then Danni had then taken her turn, torturing her by tickling her ribs and tummy for another hour. Beth didn't know how she had survived. Now, upon reaching the tiny freeway town of Williamsburg, about an hour from the Oregon border, the twins had pulled into the parking lot of a Safeway, tied her again and gagged her, and left her alone. Danni had said something about "getting some things to play with." At least they had pulled the curtains shut, closing off the back of the van from the driver's cabin and the windshield. Curtains covered the rear windows. Beth lay, helpless and silent in a dark van, naked and awaiting a fate at the hands of merciless girls who seemed to want nothing more than to make her scream with tortured laughter. She didn't know who these girls were, but they were unbelievably mean to do this to her. If she didn't find a way to get away from them, they would drive her mad with their horrible little games. After almost half an hour, the side door suddenly slid back, bathing the van's interior with bright sunlight, and Danni and Tammi climbed back in, bearing paper bags. Danni closed the door and turned on the dome light, and Tammi sat down on the bed, hip nestled against Beth's bare flank. "Hi, Beth! Miss us?" Beth tried to speak through the balled up bandanna that was held in her mouth with electrical tape. "Mmm! Mmm--hmm?" Please, let me go! "Look at all the cool stuff we've got to play with," Tammi said, spilling the bag on the bed. "We got us a nice big brush with plastic bristles, a bag of ice, and a six-pack of really cold Pepsi." She held each thing up for Beth to see, and the bound girl's brown eyes turned even more pleading. "If we run out of stuff to do with those," Danni said, opening a Nylon overnight bag, "we've got the old standbys." She pulled out a couple of shimmering peacock plumes and a featherduster. Tammi packed the Pepsi and the ice away in an Styrofoam ice chest, then looked down at their captive. "This is SO great having you here with us, Beth. Just you and us, and we can play all kinds of fun games!" "And you were bitching about the trip being boring," Danni said. "That was before we met Beth!" Tammi leaned down and kissed Beth on the tip of her nose, soft lips tasting her salty skin. Another kiss on the forehead, and a few more on her cheeks. Beth nipples, which had softened during her time alone, popped up again, pebbly and puckered. These girls were so nice and sweet when they weren't tickling--Beth found herself wanting them like she'd wanted no one in her life--but every tenderness they showed was always followed by torment... Tammi's warm and wet mouth worked its way down her neck to the hollow between her collarbones. Her lips sucked at it while her tongue flicked against it. Beth tightened, arms going rigid over her head, and she giggled into the gag. The harder Tammi sucked, the harder she giggled, until she was squirming again, arms and legs twisting against their ropes. While Tammi tasted their prisoner, Danni got back into the driver's seat and pulled the van out of the parking lot. She drove five or six miles down the freeway and pulled over again. She shut off the engine, climbed into the passenger compartment again, and drew the curtains. By then, Beth's breasts were covered with Tammi's warm saliva, glistening in the white dome light. Tammi's pursed lips encircled a taut nipple and caressed the little bud of tender flesh, and Beth moaned through her gag, rolling her head and jerking her hips. Looking closely, Danni could see the hard nubbin of her clitty, almost glowing the color of red wine, pulsing amid her pubic curls. "I got an idea. Let's shave her so we can play with her clitty easier." Danni dug into her vanity case and brought out a lady's leg razor and a can of feminine shaving gel. Flushed with arousal, Beth's face jerked up and her eyes went from steamy to imploring. "Oh, Beth, do you wanna say something? Hm? Here, we can take this off now that we're not in the parking lot." Danni gently peeled the tape off and pulled the bandanna, moist with Beth's own saliva, out of her mouth. "P-please, don't shave me!" she said breathlessly, even as Tammi's mouth glided over to her other nipple and sucked it. "Don't, I-I've never been shaved, and I don't want to be! Just let me up, right now! Eeep!" She squealed when Tammi nipped her nipple with her teeth. Not hard, but firmly. She rolled it lightly between her incisors, stretched it, then let go. Beth's eyes rolled back, and she sighed. She'd never felt another woman's mouth on her breasts and nipples. Her body was on fire with new sensations, new feelings, new nerve endings she had never known were there. If only they wouldn't tickle-- Danni released a glossy green glob of shaving gel into her palm, popped the plastic cover off the razor with her thumb, and started spreading the gel over Beth's pubic hair. At first the bound girl jerked, then her hips rotated in tight, sensuous curves as Danni's hand worked the gel into a lather. "Ohhhh--ohhhhhh! Oh, p-please, stop..." Beth breathed. "Hhhhh, ahhhhh, oooo! Oooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, that's feels sooo nice..." Another squeal when Danni's fingers went over her upstanding clit. "Eeeee! Ohhhh, there, please, rub me! Rub me!" "Not yet," Danni whispered, "that's for later." She gently placed the razor against Beth's white skin. "Now hold still." She started shaving. Tammi's tongue continued teasing her nipples, making it extremely difficult for her to hold still. Finally, taking some kind of pity on her, Tammi's mouth met Beth's own, and their tongues rubbed on each other. She still squirmed, wanting to take the freckle-faced redhead in her arms and hold her tight, but at least she was leaving her nipples alone. Danni shaved her quick and skillfully, taking off the hair she'd had all her adult life, and soon the space between her thighs was alabaster-white, denuded. Danni wiped the lather and hair away with the bandanna, and looked at Beth's pussy. Her lips were spread and swollen, and sweet-smelling lovejuice leaked from her pink core, releasing a nonstop flow down into the crevice between her full buttocks. There was already a sizeable stain on the mattress, and it was growing. "And there it is!" Danni got down on her elbows looked close. Beth's tiny clit stood upright, raised out of its sheath like a throbbing lighthouse of sensuality. Danni blew on it, making it and its owner twitch. She did it again, then dribbled a little saliva on it, covering the aroused nubbin with warm spittle. "I just looove playing with helpless little clitties! Hee hee! This is--" Tammi raised her lips from Beth's "This is--" "Sooo much FUN!!" they said together, and giggled wildly. Beth could only groan, fearing what they would do to her next, just how they would threaten her sanity. "Okay, here's the little game we're gonna play, Beth," Danni said. "Now listen carefully, 'cuz you have to play by the rules. 'Kay?" Beth closed her eyes, but a sharp pinch on her tummy opened them again. "'Kay?" Danni repeated. "Okay," Beth whined. "Please, just don't tickle--" "We're gonna play a trivia game," Danni said. "Ticklish trivia?" Tammi asked. "Yup." "Cool!" "Oh, God, no--" "Here's how we play," Danni went on. "You're the contestant, Beth, and we ask you trivia questions. The first ones are pretty easy, but they get harder. If you answer right, then Tammi here gets to lick your clitty for a while. Maybe you'll cum, maybe you won't, but that's up to her." Tammi smiled at her. Beth liked the sound of that. "But if you get the answer wrong, then she gets to tickle you for fifteen minutes. She'll tickle you nonstop, for the full time, and if you do something naughty like faint, then she'll stop, and when you wake up, the fifteen minutes starts all over again. 'Kay?" Beth didn't like the sound of that. "Wait! Don't do this! It's torture, don't you know that?! You're so mean to do this!" "Relax, Beth," Tammi said, stroking her hair. "It's only tickling. It's not like we're *hurting* you. We'd never do that." "But, but, but--" "Now, we have rules we have to follow, too," Danni said. "We have to tickle you in alphabetical order. The first time you get an answer wrong, we'll tickle your armpits. The second time you get one wrong, it's your belly button." "Then your boobies," Tammi said. "And then your navel--" "But belly buttons and navels are the same thing!" Beth cried. "You'll be tickling my belly button twice! Oh, God, don't!" "After that, your ribs, and then your titties!" "No! Boobies and titties are the same! This is just an excuse to tickle me, isn't it? Pleeeze, just let me up!" "And lastly, if you miss our jackpot question," said Danni, "we'll tickle your feet for an hour." "Don't worry, Beth," Tammi said. "It'll be fun, and the questions aren't hard at all. Just try your best. It's all we can ask." Danni handed Tammi the hairbrush with the plastic bristles. Tammi climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Beth. She looked at her upstretched arms, pale and slender, and her gaze went slowly down to her open and vulnerable underarms. White and smooth, they waited for her and her brush, as did the rest of Beth's helpless body. "Let's begin." Danni pulled out a stack of three-by-five cards, peeled the rubber band off it, and held up the first card. This was a game she had played with Tammi more than once, when she had managed to get her sister into bondage. "First question: how many jade elephants does Danni Arcadia have in her collection?" "What? What kind of question is that?" Beth wriggled in her bonds. "That's not even fair! How can I know how many jade elephants you have? I've never even *seen* a jade elephant!" Danni shook her head sadly. "Too bad. Missing the first question is a bad sign. But, look, it's a real, honest-to-God question." She held the card out for her to see. The question was handwritten. "Tammi?" Tammi placed the plastic bristles against the inside of Beth's elbow and massaged the brush in a little circle, pressing the tiny knobs into her soft flesh. Beth squirmed, her arm tensing against the rope around her wrist. "No, no, oh, please--" The bristles left her elbow and went slowly down the gentle curve of her bicep, over the bulge of her bunched-up shoulder, and down into her open armpit. Beth yelped. Tammi smiled, delighted with such a spirited initial reaction, and pushed the bristles deep into Beth's skin and scrubbed them around. Beth erupted once more into a tirade of helpless squealing and laughter. "Heee heee heee! Ohohoh--ahah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! D-don't d-d-do that! Tahahmmmeeee!" Danni touched a button on her Ironwoman Triathlon watch. "'Kay, fifteen minutes. Go!" Tammi scrubbed her armpit long and hard, making it red and warm with scratch marks, and, of course, tickling Beth half to death. She made circles for a while, then figure-eights, tracing the outline of the underarm before streaking the brush through its center, while always drove a squeal from their captive's undulating chest. But she soon learned what really drove Beth crazy. She started making brush-strokes, as if she were brushing hair, up and down through the armpit. Each upstroke, applied with just enough pressure to make the bristles bend a little, left subtle pink marks in its wake, and made Beth scream and buck on the bed. A few minutes of such brushing, and perspiration began dribbling into the armpit. Tammi brushed it all around, and occasionally took the time to run a finger through the underarm. Then, while she brushed, she sniffed her fingertip, and licked it clean. "She smells so good, Danni. All hot and excited! Koochie, koochie, Beth! Koochie, koochie, koo!" Danni told her she had five minutes left, so Tammi leaned across Beth to do her other underarm. She started with the circles again, and while she still laughed terribly, it didn't tickle like the brush-strokes had. Beth almost felt as if she could stand it. But then, just as she felt she could maybe regain some part of her shaking sanity, Tammi started the brush-strokes again, and she exploded into wild screams again. Tammi went hard and fast, and even let the brush slid down onto her ribs at the bottom of each downstroke. "Now, now, Tammi, remember the rules. We're just tickling her armpits, right now." "Party pooper." "Well, sometimes." Danni giggled, then checked her watch. "Time's up, anyway. Let's go on." She slipped the card onto the bottom of the thick deck. Tammi reluctantly stopped, and put the brush down. Beth went slack in her bonds, her face flushed and sparkling with sweat. Tammi put the brush down bounced on her knees, waiting for the next question. She loved this game--as long as she wasn't the contestant. "Second question: How many freckles does Tammi Arcadia have?" Beth opened her eyes. "I--I don't know! How can I know that?" "You could count them," Danni suggested. Beth's heart soared with hope. Tammi obligingly turned her freckled face toward her, and she counted like crazy, not knowing how much time Danni would give her. Tammi smiled as she did so. "Forty-three!" Beth announced. "Forty-three. I got it right!" "No, I'm afraid not, Beth. Tammi has four hundred and thirty-six freckles." "No! I counted, Danni! Come on, be nice!" "I asked you how many freckles she had, and I didn't say just on her face. She's got freckles on her shoulders and arms and boobies! Not to mention her knees and toes. Nope, sorry, you lose." "But I can't see all her freckles! Not through her clothes! Oh, goddam you two! You're both the cruelest girls I've ever met!" Tammi shucked her top and bra, leaving her full breasts bare. "There, that better? Now you can count them while I tickle." Tammi brought the bag of ice out of the ice chest, opened it, and took handful of ice cubes out. "Now, time for the belly button!" "Please please pleeeeeze! Don't TOUCH my belly button! Tammi, please, just put that ice down and listen to me! LISTEN to me--EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Tammi had dropped the handful of ice on her bare stomach. The ice cubes hit and bounced, and most skittered down her sides to the mattress, while a few stayed on her tummy, and Tammi pushed them together on top of her navel. They burned her soft flesh, and seemed to freeze her delicate belly button when Tammi took one and popped it into the dimple. Beth bucked and succeeded in knocking the rest of them off her belly. Tammi straddled her and sat down on her naked hips to pin her to the bed. She collected the ice cubes again and put them on her tummy, making sure the one was still firmly lodged in her navel. Beth giggled, and Tammi took the cue and wiggled the cube around inside her navel, pushing it against the spongy walls and poking it down against the rumpled skin at the bottom. "Ooooohhh, take them away! Oh, pleeeze, that's cold! Cold--ahhhhhhhhhhh-hah ha ha! Tammmeeeee! Take it out of m-my b-b-belly b-button! Hee hee--ahhhhhhhhh!" Beth twisted, wailing and giggling. Tammi scooped up some more ice and packed it in around her flanks. Beth's tummy flushed with the cold, and twitched as she continued tormented the navel with the half-melted cube. When it got too small to be of any use, she got a new one, and probed in and around her belly button with it, finally using it as a tiny jackhammer against the fleshy navel knot, which made Beth howl. "Five minutes," Danni said. "'Kay." Tammi scooped the ice away from her tummy. Goosebumps layered upon each other all over the wriggling belly, highest around her navel. Tammi bent down and closed her lips around her belly button and let the ice cube drop into it. Then she blew bubbles around the cube, blowing hard and fast on the pink tummy. Beth gasped, hiccupped, and laughed horribly, and after five minutes of it, started coughing on her own lack of breath. To Beth's eternal relief, Danni called time. Beth tried to catch her breath as Tammi cleaned the ice off the bed and Danni went on to the next question. "Question Number Three: How many orgasms did Tammi Arcadia give her sister Danni last night?" Beth only shook her head, resigned. "I don't know. Three?" Danni laughed. "That's funny. You're only one off. Four." Tammi picked up a frilly featherduster and straddled her again. "You're not very good at this game, are you, Beth? Oh, well--here we go!" She lowered featherduster onto her left breast. Beth's back arched, and she squirmed, yanking on her trapped wrists, trying to somehow get away from the intolerably light and teasing feelings of the feathertips. But they came down onto her boobie and spread out, completely engulfing the petite cone and its swollen nipple. Beth held her breath and stayed still, trying not to make the feathers move against her skin. Tammi grinned. "Don't move, Beth. If you do, the feathers will tickle you! Just stay perfectly still..." Of course, she didn't give her much of a respite but started turning the duster between her palms, making the colorful plumes rotate on her breast. The ghostly filaments stroked her tingling, tortured flesh, and it started all over again. First the giggles, then the laughter. Helpless, forced laughter. Tammi twirled the duster faster and faster, until the plumes were a blur hovering over the shaking, quivering tittie. She could see the nipple swelling even further and turning upward, puckering deep in the center. She stayed on that boob for about five minutes, then skated the duster across her slender cleavage to the other, and tickled it in like manner. Beth's toes pulled back and her fists balled as her tender titties were so mistreated, subjected to such unbearable torment. It was worse that anything they'd done to her so far. She screamed, but soon lost her breath again. Deep inside, her spasming pelvic muscles pushed on her bladder, grown heavy and bloated with hours of bondage with no release. She felt, through the burning haze of tickle torture, the sudden need, but her mind crumbled into hysterical tatters before she could try to make the words to beg them to let her go pee. She laughed and laughed and laughed, as Tammi dusted her boobies. Her bladder sloshed around inside her, pushed and pushed on, striving to relieve itself. She clenched down hard, trying to keep everything closed. Tammi, a long-time connoiseur of tickling, recognized what was going on. She knew that look of depserate concentration on Beth's face. "Danni! I think she's about to let go! How much time do I have left?" "Seven minutes, thirty seconds." "I can do it! I know I can!" She gripped the duster tight between her hands and spun it as fast as she could, slipping back and forth between the bouncing breasts, switching between them at irregular times so Beth wouldn't get used to the change. Her eyes rolled when they were open, but most of the time they were squeezed shut as she tried with all her dwindling might to keep her urethra closed. Screeching laughter filled the van, more than drowning out the noise of passing traffic. "Danni--" "Got it, Sis!" Danni crawled up to Beth's head and clamped her hand over her mouth, stopping the flow of laughter. Beth's torture immediately redoubled when she couldn't express it. Something inside her coiled, ready to spring and tear her apart. Her back arched off the bed, raising Tammi up, until only her shoulders and heels were still touching the mattress. Then she broke. Unbearable torment sprang open inside her, and a fizzing, bubbly yellow stream erupted from under her clitty, arced through the air, and splashed the bed between her ankles. It spouted again and maintained, draining Beth of the Cokes she'd had before the twins had picked her up. "Hooray! Yay for Beth!" they shouted together, and Tammi continued tickling as Danni watched the steaming stream pulse a few times, then waver and descend. It turned into a trickle that wetted Beth's pussy. Eventually the trickle stopped. Tammi tickled for the rest of her allotted time while Danni kept her hand over Beth's mouth. When they stopped, Beth collapsed, going limp in her spread-eagle. The twins got off the bed and inspected the enormous wet spot between her legs. "Naughty, naughty," Danni said. "Bad girl, going pee-pee on our friend's bed." "This is how she pays us back for giving her a ride." "We'll have to punish her. But after the game." "'Kay! Next question, Danni!" Beth lay, exhausted, broken, sanity cracked by prolonged tickling. And there were still four questions to go. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----