Tickle Fun, Part 3, The Friend
(Published on Saturday, February 22, 2003)
This story was submitted by Tower982002@yahoo.com.

To read the 1st part of this story, click Tickle Fun, Part 1.

Amber called me all excited Tuesday morning. You see, we promised her that if we found someone as ticklish and submissive as she was, we would let her become the tormentor and not the tormented. Apparently she found a new play toy for us. "The new pet," that’s what Amber called her, was one hundred and five pounds, five feet tall and wore a size seven shoe. Her name was Michelle. I asked her how she met her, and how she knew she would be up to our standards.

Amber was having lunch at work when she heard these two guys talking with Michelle. They were hounding her to switch shifts with one of the guys so they could go on this double date. After a long conversation they didn’t get her to change her mind. They looked around and saw only me with my head on the table as if I was sleeping. These two guys started tickling her on her sides. Michelle fell of her chair and these kids got her fast.

She said, "Okay, I’ll do it."

Amber went on to explain, "That’s how I knew she couldn’t stand being tickled. She only lasted a mere minute. I followed up on my hunch later in the day. When I went to count her drawer, we were talking about her boyfriend.I asked her if he liked to tickle her, because every guy I had ever dated licked to tickle me. Michele has this really upbeat personality, very bubbly.  Michele told me he didn’t, but her sisters would always tickle her when we were younger. They would hold her down and tickle her untl she couldn’t breathe. Michelle told me that she thought it would be fun to find a ticklish man, but she didn’t think they were around. We talked for a long time about what tickling does to a person, and she told me that whenever she is around her sisters, she felt tense, because of the memories."

Amber wanted to meet me after her shift, so we could set this chance meeting up. I told her to meet me at my house. I was doing some yard work when I saw her pull in. We talked a little about the previous week, and I still wanted to find out more about my cousin's taste for toes.

Amber told me she liked the way they felt in her mouth. "I really can’t explain it," she told me. "I never really looked at toes until I was hanging out with Stacey."

I asked her if it was the scent that turned her on.

"That’s gross. I hate body odors. Look, I like long clean toes. Especially on tall skinny woman."

That pissed me off again, but I let it go for now. We talked more about what we were going to do to Michelle.  Amber wanted to make a video of us telling Michelle what we were going to do to her, one at a time. Then we could let her watch it while she was tied up. That way she would know what was coming.  The only thing I could think about the whole time she was talking to me was how great it felt when my cousin was breathing on my feet.  I loved forcing my toes and feet on her. I wanted to take my feet and smother her face right then. What happened to me?  Why were feet getting me so worked up for?

We called my friends and decided to go ahead with Amber’s idea.  We would meet Friday to make the video and then go out dancing. Joy was also getting mad with Amber. Joy thought I was getting to wrapped up with Amanda. I really wanted to punish Amber because she thought I was fat and unattractive. It seemed Stacey was the only one who didn’t harbor any ill will.  It was up to my cousin to lour the prey to the dungeon.

Everyone had Saturday off, so we wanted to get together early and go the beach before we set our trap. We all piled in Joy's car and left for the sand and sun. Joy and I were up front, and the Barbies were in back with Michelle.

My other friend, Shelly, as she liked to be called, was in the middle.  Shelly couldn’t thank us enough for letting her hang out with us. "I don’t really have many friends around here," she told us. "They're all back home for Summer recess."

It was a good forty-five minute drive so we had a lot of time to talk. We all took turns asking questions and we were really warming up to Shelly. See seemed so pleasant. What a good kid. She was the baby of the group at nineteen years old.

Stacey told us of her first time being tickled.

Shelly told her, "That’s nothing." It seemed like Sshelly always wanted to have something to say, or better everyone at a story. She told us how her whole family tickled her. When they had slumber parties, always at some point she knew she was going to get it. The worst, though, is when you have a couple of people tickling you at once. You feel like you want to crawl out of your skin. I think we were all feeling sorry for her, and then I saw Amber smiling from ear to ear.

"She must be happy she is not getting attacked today," I thought.

It got quiet and then Shelly let out a, "Rah!"

I looked back and saw Amber tickling Shelly’s left side. As Shelly fell towards Stacey, she got it from her as well. Shelly grabbed Stacey’s hands to stop her, but Amber pushed her towards the floor and was tickling her all over her sides. Shelly put her hands on the floor so she wouldn’t fall and then booth girls were tickling her on her ribs and stomach.

Shelly was yelling, "NO NO NO STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

After a good four or five minutes they stopped.  Stacey pulled her up and said, "You really are ticklish."

"You should hear me when my feet are tickled," she said.

The beach was fun and hot. We laid out for a couple of hours and had some lunch. Every now and then one of us would run a finger up Shelly’s foot to get her to jump. I have to tell you, I personally wanted to torture my cousin again. She thinks she is so cool. I liked her better begging me to help her. She belonged at my feet, not at Shelly's.

I was disappointed with Joy as well. I asked her to kiss my toes and she told me to get a life. I really wanted someone to be at my feet. Maybe I’m turning into a freak! It was going on four p.m., so we decided to head for home.  Shelly asked to sit in front. The poor girl must have been scared. I asked her if she ever tickled her sisters to get even?

"No, I was the only one ticklish in my family. The worst was when I was a kid. My sisters tickled me because they were bigger then me, my friends did it because it was funny."

When we got back to my house we turned on the radio and crashed.  After we were talking again for a while, Joy and I went to my room. I will not go into detail, but we bonded for a little while. Joy made an observation. Shelly didn’t seem as ticklish as Amber. If you even brushed Amber's foot, she would squeal. Shelly just moved a little. Joy really enjoyed tickling Amber. She thought it was harder to break her than it would be someone new.

Joy and I heard Shelly again yelling, "What are you doing?" Then all you heard was Shelly laughing uncontrollably.

Did they start without us?

We ran into the living room and found Stacey lying on her back with Shelly on top of her on her back.  Stacey was holding her hands with hers, and her legs were wrapped around the top of Shelly’s legs holding them down. Amber was sitting on her waist tickling her ribs, pits, and lower tummy very rapidly.  Stacey was holding on for dear life. Shelly was trying to pull her hands up, but every time she moved them up a couple of inches, she would give into the tickling and have to start over.

How dare my cousin start with out me saying so.  It was funny seeing these tiny ladies all going at it.  Joy and I moved to the end of the couch.  We both grabbed a foot and held it tightly with one hand, and started moving our nails in a scraping motion all across her feet.  This sent the new girl letting out fits of laughter.  Amber loved every second.  She never left her hands in one spot to long.

Amber kept asking her, "Where does it ticke, honey?"

A good ten minutes went by before Shelly stopped fighting. I got everyone to stop. We were all sweating and breathing hard now. Shelly curled up in a little ball. I told Shelly we were all sorry. "You sounded like you had fun, though."

She went to the bathroom and was in there for a ling time. I told Stacey to wait for her and we would all get the room set up.  Amanda was excited and said, "It’s really going to happen."

I told Amanda to get the tape, and Joy and I would set up the restraints. Amber said, "I’m not testing them for you, " and then asked where the video was?

"I think it’s under the bed."

Amber crawled under the bed, moving everything around. I looked at Joy and pointed to my cousin's exposed feet and whispered, "Let's get her."

Joy tossed me the leg restraints and came over to help. I got down and grabbed Amber's ankles and said to her, "I’ll pull you out when you find it."

Joy moved like a cat and had the restraints on before Amber knew what happened. Amber froze and asked, "What did you do?"

We pulled her out and she rolled onto her back.  All three of us just looked at each other for a long awkward minute. We really didn’t know what to do. Amber was really nervous. In a shaky voice she pleaded with us to let her go. This was all I needed. "Beg me some more," I told her.

Joy went to the closet to get some more devices for our begging friend. Amber was getting angry now! She got up and tried to walk, but she fell.  I got on her back and held her arms behind her back. Joy moved in front of Amanda, moved her foot under her jaw, moved her head up with her foot and said, "Is the baby scared?"

Joy gave me the handcuffs and I had her stopped. I told Joy to stay with my cousin and I’d explain everything and see if I could get Shelly into this.

After Shelly watched the tape, she was worried.  I told her she had nothing to worry about. "If we were going to really do those things to you, we would be doing them now."

Amber went on for a good twenty minutes about how badly Shelly would be begging for mercy. Amber finished on the tape by saying, "You will be kissing my feet and begging for mercy whe I'm done with you. Or should I say when I'm half done with you?"

I convinced Shelly that revenge was sweet!  Shelly really wasn’t sure about joining in with us, but she was intrigued. Stacey was telling her a little bit about Amber's past and our history. We walked to my room and decided to have some fun.

Shelly walked in and said, "I can’t believe we're doing this. She’s hogtied. Look at her! Is she okay?  Is this really fun for her?"

Joy was lying in bed watching the helpless, begging, crying pain in the ass trying to explain herself to Shelly. Shelly asked her if she was really going to do those things to her like she said on the tape. "Why would you torture me like that?"

I was in heaven. My cousin was helpless in the middle of the room trying to talk her way out of this jam.  Shelly was looking at our handiwork. She was bending down, looking at Amanda. I walked up to my cousin so that my feet were under her face. Shelly was looking at me as if she was thinking, "Do you know you have your feet in her face?"

I told my cousin, "Tell Shelly how much you like our feet, bitch."

Shelly was smiling. She even said, "Yeah. Tell me how much you like feet!"

My defeated cousin just lowered her head so her face was resting on the top of my feet. Shelly started tracing Amanda’s soles with her finger, saying, "How are you going to get me now?"

Joy asked if we should get her tied up spread-eagle so we could all get her, so that she would be more exposed. I asked Shelly if she was going to be able to help us?

"I think so," she replied. "If she was going to get me, I would like to show her how terrorizing this can be."

Joy figured we could each hold an arm or leg, and move her to the bed. Joy cut the rope so her feet would slide back down. We had to take off the cuffs, but she cpu;dn't stop us. We all picked her up and placed her in the bed. Shelly and I were holding her arms down as they moved to re-tie her feet.  As soon as the leg restraints were off, she kicked the girls, but I held her steadily. "No escape from me," I told her.

I noticed our new friend was really having fun watching the prisoner try to fight. Amber had her feet tied. She could move her legs up and down, but not her feet. Stacey sat on her mid-section as we tied her hands to the corners of the bedboard. Even though she knew she could not get free, she was really trying to keep her hand from going down and getting tied up.

I grabbed two paint brushes that Amber had brought for the evening, and gave one to both Stacey and Shelly. They laid on their stomachs, with their heads next to the prisoner’s feet, ready to pounce on her.  Shelly was looking at Stacey, following her lead.  They went sideways with the brushes and north and south, but all they got were some little laughs and twitches from her feet. They started using their nails, working the bottoms and then the tops and even both at the same time. They just let her legs kick up and down, let her tire herself. Joy was kneeling over her head and was tickling her armpits and ribs.  No one was talking. We were so into the moment.

Ambers breathing was really getting heavy now. All you could har was air coming in and out of her mouth with the occasional heavy laugh. I was sitting between her legs, slowly attacking her tummy. I don’t know how long we went for, but her body was jumping and thrashing all over the bed.  We just kept on going. I could tell she was going to pass out, so I got everyone to stop. Joy moved down so her pussy was just below her chin, and I asked Stacey to move over and help me get her to pee. This was our new tradition.

Stacey and I took a side of her inner thigh and started off slowly and gradually got faster. The chant started again, "Pee, pee, pee, and pee some more."

Shelly was tickling one of her feet, but I didn’t have the heart to stop her. I couldn’t believe she didn’t pee yet!

"Let it out bitch!"

I was getting competitive about it. I wanted to win the battle. I noticed Joy moved herself so her waist was over Amanda’s head. She must be trying to get off on this. Then it came. Like Niagara Falls. Shelly was apologizing now.

"Remember, she wanted to do this to you!" I reminded her.

We were able to move the bed sheet off, no harm no foul.  I moved Shelly so that she was sitting on our captive’s waist and moved her feet onto Amanda’s face.  Shelly moved her feet away.

"No, that’s cruel, isn’t it?"

I shoved them back down.

"Remember what she said?"

She left them there, but she wasn’t sure about it.

"Kiss her feet and beg her to stop."

"Please don’t make me do this."

"Kiss her feet," I said in a determined voice.

Shelly was getting more involved now.

"Kiss them. This is what you wanted to happen to me. "Kiss my fuckin' feet bitch!"

Amber gave in. Shelly kept her foot there, but her face said it all. How pathetic. "My foot's all wet." She didn’t know if she should laugh or be sorry for her.

I went and got us a beer. Stacey went and got a tray of her favorite ice cubes. We all wanted to show Shelly our way of tormenting my cousin. As we sat on the bed drinking, Stacey poured some of her beer on our captive’s tummy.  She followed this up by moving the ice cubes all over her tummy.

Amanda was begging me again. "Cousin, help me. No more, and I’ll kiss your toes! Anything! Just make it stop."

Shelly said, "She wants to kiss your feet."

Joy went and got a blindfold for the second round.  Shelly was feeling guilty. She thought it would be best to proceed with light tickling, and only one at a time. "I was on the receiving end of heavy tickling," she told us, "and it was only short periods at time. She must be going nuts."

Joy thought it would be fun to see who could get her to laugh the loudest. I could not figure out why I enjoyed seeing my cousin suffer. I must be getting sick in the head.

Stacey went first. She was on her hands and knees. Her toes were next to her head, but the heels of her feet were pinning Amanda’s head down. With one hand holding her up, the other one worked on her stomach. Amanda started getting real stiff like the last time. I was beginning to think she liked feet in her face as she was tickled. It always led to an orgasm.

Just as Amanda was on the verge of release, Joy stopped. Amanda was stretching out the best that she could, trying to keep the feeling going, but she finally relaxed and was not able to have some fun herself just yet.

We let Shelly go next. She was no dummy. She went down to her feet and went wild. She moved her fingers as fast as she could, frantically over her feet, and sent Amanda on the verge of tears again.

"Mercy! Please stop! Please! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Shelly got her going really good.  Shelly gave up on her feet and started on her knees. Her legs were going sideways and bolting up and down, but Shelly stayed with her.

Joy moved up to her armpits. She kneeled down onto her breasts, so she could not move as well.

Stacey was next to her head now, saying things like, "It's going to be a long week. Stop fighting us. Why are you yelling for us to stop? We will never do that."

I let my cousin catch her breath. I wanted her to have her release at my feet. I lay down on my stomach so my toes would be in her mouth. I asked, "Is this what you want?"

I pulled her shorts down and started playing with her clit. Stacey and Joy were rubbing her breasts, saying in stereo, "Is it worth it, bitch?" over and over again.

Shelly was a little afraid to get involved now. She just set back and watched. My cousin had three orgasms that I was able to figure out. It was still early, so we tied Amanda’s hands behind her back and took her to the living room. Shelly could not understand how we didn’t kill her. To be tied and tickled for so long.

Amanda was on the floor, lying on her stomach with her head facing the couch. She had no idea what was going on because her blindfold was still on. We told her not to move and we wanted to see how long she would stay there. After a good ten minutes, Stacey moved and sat in front of her. I wanted to see if a sneaker would turn her on. I found my running sneakers and took a whiff. Damn! They were nasty!

Somebody yelled out, "Don’t do it."

I knew that all of them secretly wanted to see how she would respond though. Just like me, they thought it was cool to force her to smell them. I sat on her back and held my sneaker in front of her face. She made a funny frown and moved her head back.  Stacey grabbed my sneaker and held it up to her nose. Amanda was gagging, trying to get her head free. I was wrong about this. She really hated the smell. She was kicking her legs, so Joy held them down. Stacey pulled her hair so she would keep smelling my foul sneaker. I was getting turned on again. The power I felt with her trying to get away from me was amazing.

No one wanted to have her smell sneakers, so we took her blindfold off and decided what to do.  Shelly had to get home. Amanda was her ride, and Joy volunteered to take her home.  I sat on her stomach again and rested my feet on her face. Stacey and I talked for a good half and hour. The whole time my feet were in her face. Stacey was getting a little bitchy with me. I think she was mad. I wasn’t leaving so that she could have my cousin all to herself. I let my cousin go.

Amanda lay there for a while. Amanda was angry. "Why did you do that to me?" She started balling!  Stacey and I comforted her as best we could. Joy got back and her and I decided to get something to eat.

I didn’t understand why my cousin always went to Stacey. I was the one who dominated her. I know she was upset, but I have to teach her a lesson.