Message-ID: <19703eli$9902050450@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Myst22_1998@yahoo.com Subject: Kutyo's classic Ch.6? Newsgroups: alt.multimedia.tk,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.fetish.tickling Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <79drv6$ugg$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Subject: Repost: On The Road (7/8) From: kutyo@ccnet.com (Kutyo) Date: Sun, 23 Apr 1995 12:41:21 -0700 Message-ID: Tickling On The Road, Part Five: Cousin Becky's, Continued by Kutyo The Northern Californian morning was cloudy and threatened more rain. Dim greyish-white sunlight glowed behind the drawn curtains, but the bedroom was dark and shadowy. It would have been chilly but the vent at the floorboards blew a warm breeze that smelled of pine wood. The other end must have been connected to the fireplace. Beth Cordova lay on the bed, snug under the bedsheets and a thick wool comforter. Her head was supported by big, plush pillows, and her long, brown hair had been carefully brushed and put back in two neat ponytails. Her wrists and ankles had been securely tied to the bedposts, and a ballgag was tight in her mouth. On the foldaway sofabed in the corner of the bedroom, Tammi Arcadia lay similarly trussed. She was asleep, and snored delicately through her sister's panties, which served as a gag. Beth hadn't been able to sleep most of the night. She was used to sleeping on her stomach...leave it to these psycho girls to tie her up on her back. Beth had long since given up trying to get free. Danni and Becky had tied her tight with multiple square knots, and no amount of pulling, tugging, or twisting would get her free. She lay, watching the morning shadows crept along the acoustical ceiling, and wondered again what she had done to deserve this. Just a day ago, Beth had been on her way to see her mom in Seattle, and had hitched a ride with Danni and Tammi Arcadia, who had been going to see their cousin Becky. Everything had been fine until the twins had learned how ticklish she was. Then they had spent hours tickling her in the van, torturing her with feathers, fingernails, and cans of Pepsi--only later to take her to Becky's house, out here in the middle of nowhere, deep in the dark pine forests near the Oregon border. Beth had been surprised when Danni had tied up Tammi. Tammi had fingered herself to orgasm in the hot tub last night and peed--for that, Danni and Becky had bound her. Hours and hours of bondage tickling...Beth had never known such torture. The girls were so pretty and sexy, so alluring, and so sweet--when they weren't tickling--that Beth wanted to know them better, if only they would stop tickling... Now she heard someone going down the hall into the living room. Bare feet on the hardwood floors. The crackles in the fireplace, soft and soothing through the closed bedroom door, increased. Becky was stoking the fire, keeping the house warm. Feet went by again. Danni joining her in the living room. Beth was afraid. Afraid they would come in the bedroom and tickle her some more. Twice during the night they had come in and tickled her bare feet for over an hour. With the gag in her mouth she hadn't been able to do more than groan and giggle as Danni had scratched one sole with her fingernails while Becky had gently licked the other. Lips and fingers had teased her toes with unsurpassed cruelty, driving her to the verge of insanity. Footsteps came down the hallway, and Beth flinched when Danni flung the door open and bounced into the room. "Morning, Beth!" she said, carrying a steaming mug of coffee and a chocolate doughnut. Chocolate stained her lips. "Sleep well?" "Mmm," Beth replied, trying to look pathetic. It wasn't hard. Her attempt to elicit sympathy was lost on the bubbly redhead. Danni climbed up next to her on the bed and took another bite from her doughnut, which she washed down with coffee. Then, holding the mug and doughnut in one hand, she pulled the sheets down to expose Beth's chest and stomach. Beth squirmed, anxiety raised by the knowledge that there was no way she could protect her ribs, tummy, and underarms. "Want a piece of my doughnut?" Danni asked. Hoping she'd take the gag off, Beth nodded. Danni put the mug down on the nightstand and unbuckled the gag. The red rubber ball popped out of Beth's mouth, trailing strands of saliva. Beth closed her aching jaw. Her tongue had been flattened against the bottom of her mouth all night--she worked it around. "Th-thank you," she said. "You're welcome. Here." Danni put the doughnut to her lips, and Beth took a little bite. Danni propped her head up with another pillow and let her sip some coffee. "Danni...you think maybe I could go to the bathroom? Please?" "You have to pee?" "Among other things." Danni stroked one of Beth's petite breasts. "Promise you won't try to run away, like last night? That was naughty." "Promise." Let me go! Danni chewed thoughtfully on a mouthful of doughnut. "I think you're too naughty to let run around loose," she said after swallowing. "I SWEAR I won't try to run away." Like hell...the second these ropes come off, I'm out that window, and I'll run all the way to Nevada if I have to... Danni put her coffee on the nightstand and went over to the dresser. As she rummaged through it, doughnut in one hand while she did so, she said, "Yup, naughty girls can't be allowed to run around loose. They get into all kinds of trouble. They run away. Here we go." She came back to the bed with a pair of handcuffs. Beth's hopes fell. Danni finished her doughnut, then untied one of Beth's wrists. Quickly and smoothly, she closed one of the cuffs around Beth's wrist, then clicked the other one shut around her own. She smiled, and waved her arm back and forth, Beth's arm trailing behind. See? Now you can go pee, and I can make sure you don't do anything you're not s'posed to." "Goody." "Pouty girl, aren't you? You should smile more, Beth. Smile for me." Beth just glared at her. "Smile for me. Smile for Danni." "I don't feel like smiling." "C'mon, smile for me. I can make you smile!" Danni pulled up on Beth's arm until it was straight up and away from the side of her body. Then she ran her fingernails along her ribs. Beth squealed and tried to squirm away, but she was still bound to the bed by one wrist and both feet. "No! N-n-noo! P-please!" "Smile..." Beth smiled as broadly as she could, white teeth showing. To her, it felt like a grimace of pain. To Danni it looked like a genuine smile, if a forced one. She played her nails along Beth's ribs for another moment, enjoying her struggles, then stopped. She untied her remaining wrist from the headboard. Beth sat up and rolled her shoulders to work out the stiffness that came from having her arms over her head all night. "Thank you," she said, glad to be able to move around. "Sure thing." Danni reached down to her feet. Beth leaned forward so the redhead could untie her ankles. Danni pulled back, standing up, and Beth crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up. She felt very vulnerable, standing naked next to Danni, who wore jeans and a red-and-black flannel shirt. Add the fact that she was almost a full foot shorter than the muscular redhead, and any idea of breaking free died in her mind. "Danni--" Danni looked down at her. Beth stopped. Danni's eyes were green and soft, sympathetic and feeling--not the eyes of a tormentor. Suddenly she had the feeling Danni could see into her soul, and knew her better than she knew herself. "Wh-why?" she asked. "Why what?" "Why are you doing this to me?" Danni smiled. Not that wicked, sadistic smile she smiled when tickling, but a gentle, almost motherly smile. Cause you like it. And cause I like it, too, of course. But I don't like it. I hate it. I can't stand all this tickling! It's cruel, what you're doing to me! Danni ushered her out into the hall with a gentle tug. "It IS cruel, but you love it. You love being tortured like this." "I do not! There are laws against kidnapping, you know." "Sure there are. But I haven't kidnapped anyone. You're here 'cause you wanna be here." Beth snorted. "You are! Listen, you're a skier, aren't you?" "What's that got to do with anything?" "You're a skier, AND you're a lastborn. Last girl born in your family." They stopped at the threshold to the bathroom. "What're you talking about?" Beth asked. "Am I right?" "Well...yah. I like to ski." "And you're the youngest sister." "Yah. How'd you guess?" "I know people. Yah see, you're like Tammi. Tammi's the lastborn, despite what she'll tell you about her being born first. I came out first--just by a few minutes, but it's still enough for her to be the lastborn, and she's always been treated that way. She always felt ignored, like kind of an add-on to the family." "I know the feeling. I've got three sisters and a brother, all older, and they all always used to hog Mom and Dad's attention." Danni nodded. "Lastborns often feel like that." "Okay, I'm a lastborn. What does that--and my being a skier--have to do with how you've been treating me?" "Oh, Beth, don't be mad." Danni's uncuffed hand tipped her chin up and she kissed her. Beth was getting used to the liberties the twins took with her, and didn't even resist. Besides, Danni was a terrific kisser. Danni's hand rested behind her neck and softly kneaded her stiff muscles, and Beth couldn't help but relax. "Beth, you're a girl who's felt ignored for most of her life. You love attention. And, even though we've been tickling you silly, we've been paying attention to you. You love that. And I know you like us." Beth sighed skeptically. "And, you love to feel alive. That's why you ski. You love to feel the wind in your face, to feel the speed, the snow whizzing by under you. I bet you don't care about the MEANING of life, as long as you FEEL alive. Right?" Beth looked at her. "Right?" "Are you psychic or something?" "Nope. I just know people. Now, let me ask you--doesn't tickling make you feel alive?" "Makes me feel *something*, anyway," Beth said. Danni only smiled. "You just think about it, while you go." Beth looked at the toilet, then at Danni. "What, now? Aren't you going to leave?" Now Danni smiled the other way, the wicked way. "Nope. Think of me as your guard. I go where you go, unless you're tied up." "Oh, come on, Danni! Handcuff me to the towel bar or something. I don't want to go in front of you!" Danni walked over to the toilet, which had a warm pink seat cover on it. By necessity, Beth followed. Danni raised the toilet lid. "Have a tinkle. You'll just have to go later." Beth sighed. She sat down and wriggled her butt into the hole. Danni smiled and never looked away. Beth blushed furiously, pinched her knees together to try to hide her pussy from Danni's prying eyes, and tried to go. It was almost two minutes before her stream started and splashed into the bowl. Danni knelt and pulled her knees apart to peer between them. Beth moaned, and her flow stopped out of embarrassment. "Just relax, Bethie. Let it go. Or should I tickle your pee-pee out of you again?" "No! No, please! I'll go..." Danni smiled and watched, rapt, as the golden waterfall resumed, spilling from Beth's pink vagina. As she watched, she saw the tiny bud of Beth's clitoris appear at the entrance of its little hood. As Beth peed, her clit got longer and longer, and began to pulsate. Danni licked her lips. "Tammi, waaake up! Wake up, sleepyhead!" Tammi Arcadia jerked awake at the feeling of a fingernail slithering up the sole of her foot. She spluttered and arched her back, wrists and ankles pulling against the ropes that held her to the bed. "Eeeee! Hee hee! Stop!" Becky-Ann didn't. Kneeling at the end of the bed, she lightly applied her nails to the bottom of Tammi's left foot, scratching the soft, pink skin up and down the midline of the instep. Tammi's toes spread and wriggled and she broke into a stream of jagged giggles. Becky made sure Tammi was completely awake by making her wriggle and laugh in her bonds for almost ten minutes. She hadn't had a chance to tickle her cousin for almost two years, and now she savored the freckled redhead's twists and turns in her bondage as her fingers played with her foot. Tammi's bulbous breasts, so big and sexy, shook and shimmered with every giggle, and the pink nipples puckered and swelled. Without warning, she reached across with her other hand and tickled the toes on Tammi's right foot, circling her first two fingernails around the plump little body of the big toe first, then around each toe, one after the other. Becky prided herself on being ambidextrous. She was the only Arcadia to inherit Grandma Polly's exceptional dexterity, and now she put it to good use. While Tammi tried desperately to break the Nylon ropes holding her down, Becky scratched the sole of one foot and teased the tips of the toes on the other, both hands moving quickly and lightly, never stopping, never falling into a rhythm that the bound girl might get used to. The fingernails travelled the hypersensitive creases of her feet, and Tammi laughed until her breath vanished from her chest. Her face went red, and Becky watched as steamy sweat broke out on her cousin's forehead. She tickled for another twenty seconds, trying to judge how much longer it would be until Tammi passed out, then stopped. Tammi collapsed, and her boobs bobbled as she sucked in the air she'd been denied. After a minute, when she seemed to get her breath back and the color started to fade from her cheeks, Becky started again. "Noooo!" Tammi cried, fists balled and toes pulling back. "N-nooooo! Hee hee hee heeeeeeee! Eeeeeeee-hee hee hee heee!" "Tickle, tickle, tickle you! Tickle you, you bad girl! Naughty girls get tickled!" Becky sealed her lips around one of her big toes, wrapped her tongue around it, and sucked hard. Her fingers walked endlessly up and down her insteps, and Tammi went into convulsions. She bucked, back arching sharply, then falling when her laughter stole her strength. Her toes bicycled in torment, and her eyes clenched shut in agony. "I just looove my tickly cousin's tickly feet!" Becky said, raising her mouth of her toe. She kissed each toe on both feet, then pressed her thumbs deep into the blushing, heated flesh of the right foot, massaging the ped with strong, sharp thrusts. Tammi's laughter softened into giggles, and she came to herself enough to raise her head and looked down at her cousin. "B-Becky! P-p-please, stop! B-B-Beckeeee! Hee hee hee heee! Hee hee! St st-stop! Leave my f-f-f-footsies alone!" Becky took a toe into her mouth and sucked it while her thumbs continued pushing and kneading the sole. Tammi flopped her head back and moaned, back arching again. Her nipples elongated until they stood stiff and engorged on her boobies, and her clitty wormed into the light out of its sheath. Her moans got louder, punctuating each excited breath, and squeals escaped her drool-dotted lips. Becky switched to the other foot. She worked the nerve endings in Tammi's foot with knowledge and skill she'd gotten from a massage course she'd taken years ago, and added unexpected tickles to raise Tammi's blood pressure. Tammi's helpless clit was fully extended, and girljuices trickled from her pink core. "Becky--B-Becky..." she groaned, fingers splaying in building pleasure, "oh, Beckeee...hee hee! Ohhhh, hhhh..." Becky played her cousin's tender nerve endings, and was rewarded with moans mingled with giggles. Tammi was too responsive for her own good, and Becky teased her for fifteen more minutes, until Danni and Beth, still handcuffed together, came back into the bedroom. "We heard her laughing," Danni said, coming to the side of the bed, "didn't we, Beth?" Beth looked down at Tammi as the nude girl twisted and turned in her bondage, moaning as Becky pushed her with agonizing slowness toward orgasm. "What are you doing to her?" she asked. "Just playing with her feet," Becky said. "They're very sensitive." Beth looked up and down Tammi's manacled body, taking in the jerking arms, the freckled, jiggling boobies, the twisting hips, and the tensing thighs. "I guess so." Becky and Danni saw Beth's fascination. She had apparently never taken part in any kind of bondage games. "Would you like a chance to get some revenge, Beth?" Danni asked her. Beth's eyes lit up. She nodded emphatically. "C'mon, then." They left. During the minute or so they were gone, Becky managed to work Tammi to the edge of orgasm. Tammi's moans were continuous, her eyes tightly shut as her clit throbbed in her pussy. Becky knew that few minutes of tickling would make her cousin cum, but she continued the slowly, sensuous massage, keeping her at the edge without sending her over it. When Danni and Beth returned, Beth carried a big blue featherduster from Becky's broom closet, and looked very happy. She anxiously towed Danni to the bedside and looked down at Tammi. "Hi!" she said with a big, bubbly smile. Becky stopped and sat back on her heels. Tammi, chest heaving in arousal, looked up at Beth. "Hi, yourself. Ohh, Becky, Becky, don't stop--" "Sorry, Sis," Danni said, "but we're gonna give Bethie here a chance to learn how to tickle. And your the visual aid for the lesson." "Oh, no, no! Please! I'm so hot--so CLOSE! Please, no tickling--" she looked at Beth, but didn't see any compassion. Beth's dark eyes sparkled with anticipation and desire, and that look scared Tammi. "No, wait! C'mon, Beth, please!" "Can I sit on her, like you did to me?" Beth asked. "Sure. Get on top of her, that way you can feel her wriggle under you." Danni stood against the edge of the bed and Beth climbed onto Tammi, who shifted around nervously as Beth settled down on her stomach and shifted the featherduster to her left hand, which was uncuffed. "Ooo, you're all warm," she said, rubbing her moistening pussy against the heated skin just above her belly button. She raised the featherduster. "Ready? Ready for some tickling of your own?" "Beth, don't! Please, please, don't tickle me! I promise, I won't ever tickle you again, 'kay? I won't let Danni or Becky or anyone tickle you ever again! I'll be your protector--your guard! C'mon, Beth, please!" Beth listened, beaming. "Beg me some more, Tammi." Tammi's head and shoulders came off the bed in earnestness. "Please, please, please, please! Oh, pleeeeeeze, don't tickle me! I beg you, Beth! Hear me? I'm BEGGING you not to tickle me! Please? Please! Please?" "This IS a lot fun, listening to her begging," Beth said to Danni. Danni smiled and winked at Becky. Tammi wouldn't be the only girl begging soon. "Okay, now we start! Oh, this is great!" Beth lowered the featherduster onto one of Tammi's breasts. Tammi's eyes followed it down, and she cringed as she felt the ghostly filaments touch the tender skin of her boobie. Her hands fisted at the headboard, and Becky watched her toes pull back and splay in fear. "B Beth, please! I BEG you! I begged, like you wanted! Oh, Beth--" Beth gave the duster one quick twirl with her wrist, and the blue plumes whirled around the base and tip of Tammi's boob. Tammi's breath caught in her throat, and she jerked on her upstretched arms. Danni grinned over Beth's shoulder. "How'd that feel?" Beth asked. Tammi said nothing, and only looked up at her with liquid, pleading eyes. "Tell me how it felt!" "It--it tickled..." "So your boobies are ticklish?" "Please Beth--" "Tell me, or I'll tickle you for an HOUR!" "Y-yes--my b-boobies are ticklish! Please, don't--" Beth circled her breast with the duster, making little squiggly dusting motions as she went around the cone. The feathers stroked across the outside curve, then down into the cleavage, and then along the underside, where the itchies they made flared into maddening tickles. Tammi bucked hard, bouncing Beth up and down and making her tit jiggle under the duster. "Bingo!" Becky said. So encouraged, Beth followed a figure-eight course that encompassed both breasts, and dusted around them as fast as she could. Tammi squealed, laughed, and tried to twist her shoulders away. The knuckles on her fists whitened while her face reddened. In less than a minute she was laughing nonstop, squirming on the bed. Beth tickled her chest and armpits with maniac frenzy, spiralling the duster around her breasts for almost ten minutes, while Tammi's laughter rose and became an unending scream broken only by frantic attempts to inhale. Beth soon tired of her breasts, and thrust the duster's plume into both armpits, and found new shrieks. She went back and forth between the underarms, staying in either for only a few seconds. With each new attack, Tammi threw her face away from the tickled armpit, and arched her back in an attempt to get away. "Tammi, don't you like my featherduster?" she asked the helplessly laughing girl. She pushed the plumes into her face, and Tammi scrunched her face up, clenching her eyes, and shook her head madly. Beth giggled and twirled the feathers in her face, feathering her cheeks, chin, forehead, and neck. New laughter. "Here, Beth, it's like this," Becky said, going to the head of the bed. She took hold of Tammi's head and gently pulled her chin back, baring the pale, lightly freckled skin under her chin and ears. "Now, tickle!" "No, please--" "Thanks!" Beth applied the duster under Tammi's chin, and Tammi struggled anew as the feathers went around in teasing circles on her jaw and under her ears. Tammi's eyes opened, rolled back, then squeezed shut as the tears started to flow. Beth tickled back and forth from ear to ear, down to her chin, along her neck to her collarbones, and back up to her ears. Becky brushed Tammi's hair back from both ears so Beth could use the feathers to caress the soft folds of skin until her laughter faded into a hoarse cry for mercy. "Where else is she really ticklish?" asked Beth, raising the duster and looking down her body. "Should I tell her, Tammi?" Danni said. Becky used her fingernails to tickle under her ears, so Tammi's answer was rife with helpless giggles. "D-d-don't D-D-D-Danneee! Hee hee hee! D don't b-b-b-b-be a-ahhhhhh ha ha ha--d-don't be a b-b-b-bitch! Hee hee- hah hah ha ha ha! B--Becky, stop!" Becky pinned her head back against the pillow with a hand on her forehead and slowly stroked her under her jaw with a couple of nails. "Koochie, koochie, Cousin!" "She called you a bitch!" Beth said incredulously. "No matter," Danni told her. "Do her tummy." "Noooo! Nooo-oh oh oh--ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa!" Beth wriggled her naked butt back until it was nestled between Tammi's spread thighs, and stretched her legs out in front of her, on either side of Tammi's torso. Becky looked meaningfully at Beth's bare feet, which were now tucked against Tammi's arms. Danni shook her head slightly when Becky looked at her. *Giver her another few minutes to tickle Tammi,* Danni's eyes said, *then we turn the tables...* "Tummy, tummy, tummy!" Beth said, aiming her featherduster for that vulnerable stretch of bare skin between Tammi's ribcage and pubis. "Time for tummy tickles!" Tammi would have begged her not to touch her belly, but Becky's fingers, busy around her ears, stole her breath for shrill giggles. Beth swished the duster along her tummy, just above her belly button, and immediately Tammi's giggles became wild laughter that made her boobies jump and shake on her heaving chest. She pirouetted the feathers around her navel, drawing numerous circles and ovals on the trembling stomach, and then spun the duster between her palms. The cuffs jingled, and Danni held her hand helpfully against Beth's wrist so she could rotate the duster as fast as possible. Tammi bucked and pounded her butt against the mattress in agonized ticklishness, and felt herself driven closer and closer to insanity. The feathers on her tummy--along with that all-to-often instance when a feathertip slipped into her navel and titillated the hypersensitive knot of flesh as the bottom--ignited her tingly skin and made it scream with ticklish torture, and her cousin's nails gently scraping her ears and the sides of her neck made her head spin in an unending agonized haze. She tried to beg for mercy, plead for Beth to stop, but laughter and hiccups took control of her lungs, and soon she was utterly breathless. Danni watch her sister's face deepen to about the color of a tomato, and listened to her laughter die. Tammi's mouth gaped, and her chest undulated, trying desperately to suck in some air, but that only made Beth tickle harder, and finally abandon the featherduster for her fingers, which she viciously applied to Tammi's tummy. Red tracks marked where her nails scratched across the defenseless belly. Danni was surprised Tammi hadn't peed yet. Danni chewed her tongue and estimated how much longer she should let Beth tickle. She didn't want to have to wait for her sister to wake up again before having breakfast. Besides, there were fun things in store for both captives, and Danni wanted to get started on them as soon as possible. Tammi's head tore from Becky's restrained hand as she spasmed on the edge of consciousness. The room was musky with the sweat of a girl tortured, and Beth showed no signs of stopping. She was crazed with the lust of revenge. Danni shuddered inside, and made a promise to herself to never let Beth get her hands on her. -----------== 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 | ----