Hi, everyone! Here's Part Two of Tickling On The Road. It's about identical twin sisters named Danni and Tammi who, on their way up to Northern California to visit their cousin for the holidays, pick up a ticklish hitchhiker named Beth. Beth is on her way to Seattle to see her mother, but is waylaid when the twins find out how ticklish she is.
In Part One, posted a few weeks ago, the twins first tie Beth and tickle her, and then leave her in their van to go shopping. Part Two picks things up just before they return to their prisoner.
Part Three is forthcoming, and will cover what happens when Danni and Tammi take Beth to their cousin's house for the weekend.
Hope you enjoy it! Comments are always appreciated, Kutyo
Typical disclaimer nonsense about this being a story about bondage, lesbianism, and tickle torture. If you don't go for this kind of stuff, you know which key on the computer to use.
Tickling on the Road, Part Two: Tickle Trivia, Part One by Kutyo
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 hip 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 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 more questions to go.
Tickling on the Road, Part Three: Tickle Trivia, Part Two by Kutyo
Beth Cordova looked up with moist eyes at her captors. "In the name of humanity, please, stop this...you're killing me...I can't stand it...ohh, hhh, no m-more..."
"C'mon, Beth," said Danni, "it's all in fun."
"Yah," Tammi, put in, "it's just tickling!"
There was no help, no rescue for Beth. She was a plaything for a couple of girls who were certifiably insane. They had tickled her for hours, couching the whole thing in some ridiculous game where she had to answer trivia questions. But the answers were impossible, and each wrong answer earned her tickle torture.
After the featherdusting of her breasts--which had made her pee like a baby--Danni had asked, "What is Danni Arcadia's favorite position for sex?" Beth, whose conservative boyfriend only knew one position with himself on top, had answered, "Missionary--how the hell should I know?"
"Nope! I like bending over with my elbows on the kitchen counter while my guy takes me from behind. Nothing like it!"
Then had come fifteen more minutes of belly button tickling, which Tammi had administered with her fingernails. They'd put a couple of towels over the wet spot she'd made between her legs and Tammi had laid down, chin on her naked, shaved pubic mound. Then, as Beth watched helplessly, the redhead's long, passion-pink fingernails advanced up her lower belly to converge on her belly button. Tammi stretched her navel open between her thumb and forefinger and invaded it with the other index finger, probing and poking against the soft dimple, treating it to the most insanely ticklish sensations Beth had ever known.
Now, Beth lay in wait for her next agony. Danni asked, "Now listen carefully, this question has two parts: What size panties does Danni Arcadia wear, and what is her favorite thing to do with them?"
Beth looked betrayed. "I can't believe you girls expect me to answer these! Except that you don't, you just wanna tickle me!"
"Just try to answer the question Beth," Tammi encouraged, stroked a boobie that still tingled. Her fingers closed around the stubby nipple and rolled it.
Beth couldn't stand any more teasing. She'd been on the edge of orgasm for hours, clitty stiff, nipples ready to explode. She moaned, and tried to guess. "You--hhh--you look like you wear about a size medium."
"That's right! I wear mediums. Now, what's my favorite thing to do with them?"
Inspired by her first victory in this game of torture, Beth's mind raced. They're perverts, she thought. What kind of perverted things can someone do with a pair of panties? Think, think, and maybe they'll let me go!
Remembering the bandanna they'd used as a gag on her, Beth blurted, "You like to gag girls with them! You crumple them up and put them in their mouths!"
Danni looked surprised.
"Ha! I'm right! I'm right, aren't I? I am! Don't you deny it, Danni!"
Danni considered for a moment, then smiled. "You're absolutely right. Did you see the answer?"
"Yah, sure I did," Beth retorted, tugging at her ropes.
"Go ahead Tammi."
Tammi got down between her legs again. She lay her hands on Beth's widespread thighs and studied Beth's open and vulnerable pussy. "I'm glad you shaved her, Danni. Look at that little clitty, standing up all stiff and excited! It's just ready for someone to lick it, isn't it, Beth? Would you like me to lick your clitty? Hm?"
"Oh, don't tease me anymore! Pleeeze, just make me cum! It itches so much--"
Beth jerked as if shocked when the moist tip of Tammi's tongue grazed the swollen tip of her clitty. Her head went back and her back arched again, raising her hip up toward Tammi's mouth. Tammi pulled back, though, and applied only the lightest pressure on the twitching nubbin, teasing her tongue around in tiny circles on it. "Ahhh, hhhhhh, oh oh ohhhhhhh, please, harder, harder! Oh, suck it, suck it, PLEASE!"
Tammi didn't. As Danni kept one eye on her watch and the other on her sister and their prisoner, Tammi gently licked Beth's clit, rubbing her tongue over it in long, slow strokes. She tried to establish a slow, teasing rhythm to make her crazy, but her bucking hips made it impossible. "Danni? Hold her still, 'kay?"
Danni got on the bed and sat on her hips. "Oh, no, please, make me cum--" Beth begged.
Tammi hunched down and again played her tongue over the pleasure button, and this time Beth couldn't force it up toward her. Beth squirmed and struggled, but Danni's solid weight kept her down, and Tammi was free to flick her tongue against the bud for over ten minutes, stopping whenever Beth's squirms reached a crescendo or whenever her clitty pulsated too close to orgasm.
Tammi reveled in the scent of a moist and over-excited pussy. She ran her questing tongue down her lips, teasing the pink skin between pussy and anus, then went back up to tip it into the torrent of lovejuice that flowed from Beth's desire. She lapped it up, and tunneled her tongue into the pink pocket and felt it clasp her tongue tightly and ripple against it. She poked and prodded around for a few seconds, then pulled out and went back to the aching clit. Danni helpfully spread the folds of girlflesh back from it so her sister could lick it without trouble, and they kept Beth on the edge of orgasm for twenty minutes.
Beth had never been denied orgasm for so long, and she wasn't sure it was any less torture than tickling. She was breathless to cum, begging to cum, insane to cum. Every part of her, every nerve ending and every quivering cell in her body yearned for orgasmic release, strained to somehow let go the inner explosion of bright joy that came only at orgasm.
But Danni and Tammi weren't interested in making her cum. They were only interested in teasing her moist sex. After half an hour, they stopped, and Danni picked up the cards again while Tammi opened the ice chest. "'Kay, Beth, let's go on."
Beth bucked, trying to rub herself on anything--ANYTHING--to make herself cum, but it was futile. She rocked her hips back and forth, the urgently of orgasm making her thrash and causing a little drool to escape her mouth. "You are SOOO cruel! Oh, how can you do this?! I'm on the edge! Please, just one lick! Just one hard lick! One little touch? Please? Pleeeeeeze! Oh, God, this is driving me insane!" She flopped her head back and squirmed.
"The question is: How long do you have to tickle Tammi's ribs before she pees?"
"I'm not answering your stupid question! Let me up! Let me UP!"
"You do realize, of course, that if you don't answer, you lose by default. If you don't answer, we start tickling right away. First, the fifteen minutes for not getting the answer right, then the hour of tootsie tickling for losing the game."
"Why are you being so difficult, Beth?" Tammi asked. "You got the last one right. Just try."
"This is cruel..."
"How long do you have to tickle Tammi's ribs to make her pee?"
Beth made a silent vow to never hitchhike again. Danni was right, it was dangerous. "Five minutes," she said, too delirious with unfulfilled desire to think about it.
"Oh, and you're so close, too. It's four minutes. Four minutes of rib tickling, and Tammi makes like a fountain, just like you did!"
Tammi straddled, this time holding two cans of Pepsi from the ice chest. Moisture beaded on the cans, and pieces of ice still clung to them. Tammi held them gingerly with her fingertips, wincing. "Hang on, Beth, 'cuz here comes some nice liquid refreshment!" She lowered the cans and pressed them tight against either sides of Beth's ribcage.
"Aaaaaaaahhh! Nooo! Oh, it's too cold! Stop! Stahahahap!"
"Aluminum cans are great for giving cold ticklies," Tammi said. She rolled them along her ribs, starting just below her armpits and traveling down, pushing them in close so they bumped over each rib and pressed in tight between them. At any particularly sensitive spot, she rolled a can back and forth over that rib, popping it into and out of the soft space between that rib and the one above or below it. Again, Beth screamed the loudest about halfway down, just opposite her breasts.
By the time Tammi reached the end of her ribcage, the cans were warming up. Danni tossed her two more out of the ice chest, and she went back up, rolling over the cringing, defenseless ribs, leaving wide red, rectangular tracks of chilly flesh behind. Two more were needed when she started rolling faster, up and down her sides, fast enough that she could feel the Pepsi's fizzing bloating the cans.
"Here's something new that's never been tried," Tammi said. "Fizzie tickles!" She took one of the cans, shook it up good, turned it over and held it only an inch away from Beth's ribs.
Beth shook her head wildly. "No! No, don't--"
Tammi popped the can and a crackling, fizzling jet of ice-cold Pepsi spurted against her ribs with the force of a firehose. Beth screamed yet again, jerking in her bonds. "YAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! No, it's so cold! Hah ha ha ha ha ha--those bubbles! Hahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! P-p-please, wipe--wipe it off! Hee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeeee!"
Tammi poured the can of bubbly soda all over her side and watched the stuff fizz and pop as it ran down the curve of her ribs. Quickly, she shook up the other can and popped it open against the other side, and was rewarded with more laughter.
"What a wet, sticky mess," Tammi said. "I guess I'm gonna have to clean it up. Did I mention how much I love Pepsi?" She applied her tongue to her ribs, and in seconds Beth was in hysterics again, yanking on her tied limbs as Tammi skated her tongue through the Pepsi. She started licking up and down, going across her ribs, first with the tip of her tongue, then running it flat along the skin. She tasted Beth's sweat mixed in with the soda and lapped more energetically, loving the sweet taste of a helpless girl. She went over to the other side and licked it clean too, but this time went along the lengths of her ribs, and that made Beth even more shrill. New tears leaked from her eyes, and more spittle escaped her mouth.
"How much time do I have left, Danni?"
"What? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to start timing. Let's just start over."
Beth heard the treachery but couldn't respond. Tammi's tongue was already licking again, twirling around her ribs in agonizing patterns, robbing her of breath.
Once her captive's chest and sides were clean, Tammi extended her fingers. "You know, Beth, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned fingernail tickling to clear the mind." Her nails came down in her armpits and started scratching. Before Danni could reprimand her, she tickled down onto her ribs and found that spot halfway down. She pinched and diddled that spot--those spots, one on either side--and Beth was delivered into a ticklish hell. Feeling Tammi's nails whirring over those two particular ribs was worse than anything they'd yet done to her, except for when Danni had tickled her feet. It was much worse than the featherdusting on her boobies. It tickled like nothing had ever tickled in her life, and Beth cried surrender, begged for death, wailed for anything to save her from another second of this torture.
"Oh, good, tickly ribs!" Tammi exclaimed. "I just looove tickly ribs!" Her fingers stayed on the magic spots, ministering to them without let up. She tapped her nails around the curves of her torso, staying between and on those two magic ribs, and watched Beth's face turn crimson.
"HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! HEE HEEEE HEEEE HEEE HEE HEE HEE! HAH HA--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HAH HAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! P-plee--EEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! T-T-T-Tam-TAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE! HAH HAH HAH HAH AH AH AH HA HA HA HA HA HAAA HAAA HAAAAAA!!"
Her bladder tried to turn itself inside-out, but it was nearly empty and only a few spurts of pee-pee came out of her urethra. They left several fresh stains on the damp towels between her legs.
Beth pounded the mattress with the back of her head, going into ticklish convulsions. Her kneecaps pulsated, pulling against her trapped ankles, and her toes wriggled frantically. Her breasts jiggled about on her chest, hard-nippled and flushed with excitment. When her eyes opened, only the whites showed. Tammi kept it up, tracing the outlines of her ribs, until suddenly the van was silent.
The twins looked. Beth's head rolled limply to one side, eyes closed, redden face blank. Her fists uncurled, and the tense muscles in her belly and thighs relaxed. Perspiration ran down from between her breasts, and she didn't twitch against it.
"Now look at what you did!" Danni said, putting the cards down. "You went and made her pass out." She gently pulled open an eyelid.
"It's not my fault. She's just too ticklish, that's all."
Danni looked at her sister. "Yah, well now we have to wait for her to wake up." Danni settled down on the ice chest.
"How long are we gonna keep her, Danni?"
"I don't know. We'll have to let her off at Marysville before we turn off the highway to go to Becky's."
"That's too bad. I really like her. She's so sensitive! And she laughs so loud!" Tammi rubbed Beth's tummy. The naked girl lay still. "I wish we could keep her a while longer. Hey, wait a minute. Let's take her Becky's with us!"
"I don't think so, Tammi. She's going to Seattle, not Becky's."
"We could keep her for the weekend, then let her go. She'd still get to Seattle okay. She was hitching, remember? It would've taken her days to reach Seattle. Another few two won't make any difference. We could even drive her back to the highway."
"C'mon, Tammi. We can't do that. She's got family she wants to see--hold it. We could do it, but we'd have to buy her a plane ticket."
"So she could fly up there?"
Danni brightened. "Yah! Listen, we take her to Becky's for the weekend, then we drive her up to Klamath Falls, and put her on a plane to Seattle! It'd save her time!"
"Where are we gonna get the money--"
"If you and I and Becky pitch in, it won't be that much. She'd thank us for it."
"And we'd get another two days of tickling her! Danni, you're a genius!"
"As always."
Beth moaned, and her eyes fluttered open. Tammi jumped on her again and put her nails on her ribs again. "It's about time you woke up! Time to continue!"
"Remember, the fifteen minutes starts all over again," Danni said.
Beth's eyes were still glazed with agonized ticklishness. "No...no, no more...just kill me! Anything...I'll do anything you want! Just d-don't tickle me anymore! Don't tickle! D-d-don't!! Ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Tammi ran her nails up and down her helpless torso, concentrating on the magic spots, but not staying on them long enough to make her faint again. She scratched light and quick, up to her armpits, then down to the halfway mark, stayed for almost a minute, tap-dancing her nails along the supersensitive ribs. Once Beth's screams went silent from lack of air, she continued down to the bottom edge of her spasming ribcage, took a few quick pinches on her tummy, then went back up to the magic spots for another minute or so. Beth's arms and legs flailed as far as their bonds allowed, and the van rocked with her struggles under rib tickling.
Unable to stand by any longer and merely play the questioner, Danni got down on her knees on one side of Beth and played her own nails along the girl's naked ribs. Tammi took the other side, and they tickled her together. Beth cried out in new torment when she suddenly felt twice as many fingers on her body, and new fire erupted along the sides of her chest.
Danni forgot to look at her watch, and they had their way with her for over half an hour before she remembered the time. By then Beth was out of her mind, frenzied on the bed between the twins, covered with sweat. Her hair was a wild mess around her head, locks stuck to her forehead and neck and cheeks, and she was flushed from her forehead all the way to down to her breasts. When Danni called time and they stopped, she thought she could actually see Beth's ragged heartbeat pounding against her sternum, between her boobies.
"Went a little long on that, sorry, Beth. I really have to start watching my watch. No harm done, right?"
Beth glared at her weakly with red, teary eyes. Tammi dipped a paper towel in the ice chest and used it to wipe the perspiration from her face. "How do you like our little game?" she asked.
"It's...cruel and inhuman," Beth said. "You make me wish I'd stayed home and not tried hitching a ride to Seattle."
"Last question," said Danni. "For the game, and for the chance to have us lick your clitty til you cum--"
"Carefully, Beth," said Tammi. "This is the hardest one. But if you get it right, we'll give you the biggest orgasm you've ever had."
Big chance of that, Beth thought sourly.
"How many ounces of pussy juice came out of Tammi's pussy last night when Danni licked her off?"
Beth didn't say anything. She tried to steel herself for the coming torment.
Tammi poked her in the belly to make her open her eyes. "C'mon, Beth."
"Please...oh, pretty please--"
"If you don't answer the last question," Danni explained, "in addition to the hour of footsie tickling you get as a result of losing, you also get a penalty hour of rib tickling for being difficult. Now, just try to answer."
No escape. She was a captive, tortured plaything for them. She wondered what had happened in their shared childhood to make them like this--so cruel and unfeeling, willing to tickle someone past the point where tickling became torture... "Four ounces," she said.
Danni glanced over the card at Tammi. Tammi bit her lip. Danni's eyes moved in Beth's direction, and Tammi tossed the bandanna over Beth's face, covering her eyes. "Hey, what's that for?" Beth asked. She shook her head, trying to get it off.
Danni quickly erased the answer off the card and penciled in a new one. She nodded to Tammi, who then took the bandanna off Beth's face. "Sorry, girl," said Tammi, "how careless of me."
"Well, I'm sorry, Beth, but you were an ounce off. It was five ounces of delicious pussy juice that I licked up from my sister's vagina. You know, Beth, if you're very good, you might get a chance to taste it, too." Danni put the rubber band back on the card deck and dropped it in her purse. Then the twins knelt at the end of the bed, by her bare feet. "Too bad, Beth. You're not very good at trivia, are you?"
"Time for the final tickling!" Tammi said.
"Tootsie tickling!" Danni echoed. She opened the ice chest and put in between herself and her sister. They each picked up an ice cube and wrapped it in a paper towel with one end protruding.
Beth thrashed all over again, twisting and turning. "No! Oh, no no, PLEASE! Not my feet again! Don't touch my feet! Don't TOUCH my toes! I'll do anything you want, just don't tickle my feet! Oh, you'll kill me! I can't STAND it! I can't STAND anymore tickling! Please, let me go!"
"I love when they wriggle and squirm," Tammi said.
"It shows how ticklish they are," Danni replied. She raised her ice cube and held it near the wriggling toes of Beth's right foot. "Ready?"
"Ready!" Tammi's own ice cube hovered over Beth's left big toe, which shivered in fear.
Beth looked at them from between her breasts. Her thighs tensed and jerked helplessly against the ropes binding her bare feet to the corners of the bed. Her naked toes, those tiny ticklish toes, were utterly defenseless before the twins, who looked at them with avaricious appetites. Beth had never been so scared in her life. An hour of nonstop tickling on her feet?! "Pleeeze, no more! Show some mercy! Pleeeeeze! Please, please, please!" She started crying, weeping in her bondage.
Danni started her stopwatch. "Let's go!"
With a happy squeal, Tammi touched the flat end of the ice cube against the tip of Beth's big toe. The tootsie tried to curl, but she held its tip between her thumb and index finger and pulled it back until it was fully extended, and rubbed the ice over its ball in little circles. The cube left trails of sparkling cold water behind, which dripped down the dainty toeprints.
Beth clenched her eyes. She sucked in a big breath and held it, hoping she could somehow endure what Tammi was doing, but that tactic crumbled when Danni used the edge of her hand to stretch back the toes on the other foot and began running her ice along their undersides. Tammi did likewise, and Beth exploded into laughter again.
A few seconds of icing on her toes made her hysterical, bucking on the bed and pounding her bare bottom on the mattress. They continued for almost ten minutes, just barely touching her toes with the ice cubes. Danni then spread her big toe away from the others and pushed the ice into the space between them and rubbing it all over the pink webbing. She snaked it around the base of the big toe, then sent it down the center of her instep. New squeals came from their captive when she felt the ice on the bottom of her tender ped and tried in vain to jerk her foot away. Danni was glad she'd gone over Tammi's knots when they had tied her--she'd retied the girl's ankles tighter than Tammi had. Because of four soft, silky ropes, Beth was theirs to play with.
Tammi iced each tootsie slowly and completely, until their plump little bodies were red and moist, then she did as her sister and applied the ice cube to the sole of the desperately wriggling foot. She drew little cartoon characters on the pink flesh, then sketched a couple of trapezoids that she barely remembered from college geometry. She'd always hated math, but now it came in handy for tickling, as she drew the different kinds of triangles. For some reason the trapezoids drove her the craziest, so Tammi drew a lot of those.
"Hee hee hee hee! Eeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeee! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ohohoh--HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! St-st-st-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! P-p-p-p-leeeeeeAHAHAHAHAHA HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! N-n-nooooooo! No more! Nooooooo--HAHAAAAA HAH HAH HAH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!"
Danni adjusted her grip on the ice cube, arranging it so that one corner of the cube stuck out of the paper towel. She used that corner to scrub a spot just inside of the exact center of Beth's instep. Every girl she'd ever tickled was extremely sensitive on this spot, and Beth was not exception. She shrieked, fists banging on the wooden headboard in agony.
"Oh, look, I made her footsie all wet," Tammi said. "If it's one thing I know, it's that you should always clean up after yourself." She stretched out her tongue and swirled it over Beth's sole, licking up the chilly droplets and replacing them with her steamy saliva. She licked her way up to the bases of the spasming toes and caressed each carefully and methodically, slithering her tonguetip in between them. She worked her way down the line, from big toe to pinky toe, then went back up, this line and kissing the tips.
As Tammi licked, Danni started using her fingers. She continued icing the tootsies while she scratched lightly and quickly along the instep, following the gentle creases in the soft flesh. Beth's nonstop laughter electrified the air, making Arcadia nipples and clits swell, and adding enthusiasm to their ministrations on her feet. The more she laughed, the more they tickled.
Once done licking, Tammi sucked the big toe into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it, nibbling on it while she covered with with spittle. Following her sister's lead, she teased the sole with her nails--all ten--while she did so, and nearly came herself at the sound of their prisoner's screeching. Her panties soaked through to her shorts, and it soon looked like she'd peed her pants. Glancing sideways with Beth's second toe in her mouth, she saw Danni's crotch was likewise drenched. She sucked and bit the helpless toes, moving toward that delicious wriggling pinky.
Danni dropped the ice and picked up the plastic bristle brush. She pressed it against the bottom of Beth's foot, and heard her try to beg through the laughter Tammi was giving her. "N-nooo--p-pleeehee hee hee hee heeee! Not the b-b-b-b-brush a-a-a-agahhhhhh--HAH HAH HAH AHAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAAAAAAA!"
Danni played the brush up and down her foot, stroking it with slow sideways motions, going from heel to toes and back, speeding up with each pass. Soon she had to grip the foot tightly with one hand to keep it still, and she heard Beth call out for death to deliver her. Danni held the brush horizontally and revved it back and forth as fast as she could, and slowly turned it toward the vertical, always keeping it at the center of the sole. About sixty degrees off the horizontal made Beth scream for death again. She kept scrubbing at that angle for a while, until Beth's struggles weakened and her voice went silent. Danni looked at Tammi, and saw her sister was sucking hard on the pinky while tickling the instep, and realized Beth was about to pass out again. Danni rotated the brush to the vertical, and Beth seemed to gain a little strength.
Beth had been driven into madness. The twins had destroyed her mind and will with nothing more than ice cubes and fingernails. She screamed in the deepest torture of her life, her body on fire, burning endlessly in a cauldron of tickle torture. She felt each touch, every slightest movement against her skin, and each movement lit a new flame and increased her sensitivity a hundredfold. She was sure her body would unravel and disintegrate under such terrible feelings, but her nerves just went on pulsing and spasming with intolerable sensations.
And the worst thing was, the only respite she might have hoped for--unconsciousness--had been robbed from her. They had learned how much it took to make her faint, and now they tickled up to that point, backed off just enough so she wouldn't pass out, then worked her that much harder. No unconsciousness, no mercy, no death--just endless tickling...
"D-D-Demons! You're--HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! You're d-d-d-demons! P-p-pleeeeeHEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEEE HEEE HEEE HEEE! St-st-st-stop! D-d-devil girls! HA HAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! St-stahahahahaAHAHAHAHAP! T-t-t-torture! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Tammi loved eating tootsies. She didn't often get a chance to dine on her sister's feet, so she treasured Beth's. She opened the ice chest and pulled out one of the sandwhiches Danni had made for the drive. With a plastic knife she scraped the mayonnaise and pickle relish off the white bread and onto Beth's toes, using the knife to spread them around the balls, tips, and in between. Once they were thoroughly covered, Tammi, "Umm, yummy! Delicious tootsies for me to eat!"
Danni giggled. "Very creative, Tammi. Get the idea from Sammi?"
Tammi shivered with the memory of hours of agonizing tickling they had both received at the hands of Cousin Sammi while at Yosemite a few months ago. Sammi had tied them down and spread peanut butter over their toes for the squirrels to lick off. "Don't remind me. Besides, this's my own idea." Tammi leaned forward and took the pinky into her mouth. She sucked it as deep as she could into her mouth and swirled her tongue luxuriously around the wriggling nubbin, licking off the sandwhich makings. The taste of tangy relish, creamy mayonnaise, and salty girlsweat made her head spin.
Danni had worked the brush through a circle, leaving a big round red spot on the bottom of Beth's foot. She paid a lot of attention to the innermost side of the sole, where the bottom of the foot curved up into the inner ankle, as that seemed another delightfully sensitive place. While brushing, her fingers caressed the toes and up around the ankle.
A few more golden squirts spattered the towels between Beth's legs, and Danni wondered if the poor girl was dehydrated from all the agonized sweat pouring from her face, neck, and breasts, in addition to the steady stream of sweet liquids running from her pussy. She made a silent note to remind herself and her sister to give Beth something to drink before the next session.
After all, neither Danni nor Tammi wanted to hurt anyone. They just liked to tickle, and tickling never hurt anyone. More or less...
Tammi finished up the littler toes. Only Beth's pink big toe was still slathered with relish and mayonnaise. She started on it with long, slow strokes along the underside, gradually moving around to its topside, and finally its tip. Once it was clean, she kissed it a couple of times, to let it know she loved it, and sat back. "How long's it been, Sis?"
Danni looked at her watch. "Oh my God, it's been almost an hour and a half! Oops, went overtime again." She indulged in a few more swipes with the brush, then put it down.
Beth continued struggling and bucking for almost a minute after they stopped, toes wriggling, hands grasping and reaching, laughter fading into giggles that went on and on and on. Danni and Tammi watched, fascinated, until Beth's nervous system finally seemed to realize the tickle torture had stopped and she stopped giggled. She gulped for air, and lay utterly limp, twitching occasionally. Tammi watched as a fat drop of sweat trickled down her ribs, and saw Beth flinch against it again and again. Experimenting, she blew on Beth's toes, and the girl spasmed. "Oh! Oh--eeeee! Hee hee...hhh..."
Danni opened the bandanna and let it fall on her midriff. It fluttered down and settled, making her squirm. "Hee hee hee! D-d-don't! T-t-t-tickles--hee hee hee!"
"Wow, she's way sensitive now," Tammi said.
"No kidding." Danni leaned close to Beth and whispered in her ear, "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"
Beth bucked weakly. "No! Hah ha ha--hee hee hee hee heeeee!"
She kept bucking until they took the bandanna off. Then she calmed down, and dozed off. For the first time since they'd started, she looked relaxed and at peace, her angelic face devoid of the torment it had expressed for the last several hours.
"You think maybe we went a little too far, Danni? Maybe we tickled her too much."
Danni shrugged. "Maybe. Sure was a lot of fun, though!"
Tammi nodded, beaming. "Let's keep her and take her to Becky's, like you said."
"'Kay. You get her dressed, but be sure to cuff her again. We don't want her getting away."
"Oh, no! A prize like this should be shared with family and friends."
"I'm sure Becky'll love her." Danni slipped through the curtains into the driver's seat. "And put your top back on, so I can open the curtains."
"'Kay."
The van sped on down the highway as Tammi eased the sleeping girl into her clothes again. Once she had her safari shirt back on, she cuffed her hands behind her back, and went about putting her shorts back on. Her underwear she stored in her own suitcase. Tammi didn't like her captives to wear underwear.
By the time Danni found the turnoff from the highway for the next hour's ride to Becky's house, Beth was dressed, cuffed, but still asleep, unaware of what awaited her over the next two days. (to be continued)