"Friends" Tickle torture
Rachel started to awake slowly. She tried to reach to rub her eyes, but found she couldn't. She looked and saw her hand was tied above her head to the bedpost. "What..." she muttered. She was still half asleep. As she started to get more awake, she found she was flat on her back with both her hands tied above her head and her ankles were tied to the bedposts too. She fidgeted, but she couldn't get out. "Monica! Phoebe!" She yelled, but nobody came. After about a minute, she saw the bedroom door open, and Monica came in.
"Monica! What's going on?" Rachel asked, starting to feel a bit scared. Monica grinned. "Well, remember when my boyfriend broke up with me because there was someone else? Well I found that that someone else was you." Monica said. It was true. Rachel had stolen Monica's boyfriend a while back, and she felt terrible about it, but she could never admit it. "So what are you going to do to me?" Rachel asked.
"Well, when I last talked to my ex-boyfriend, I asked him about this other person. He said she was great. She was smart, sweet, funny, and had a great laugh. So now, we're going to find out how great of a laugh you really have." Monica said. "What do you mean?" Rachel asked. "Well, are you ticklish at all?" Monica said with a grin. She couldn't help but smile, seeing Rachel stretched out like that, not being able to move at all.
"No..." Rachel said. She had never been good at bluffing. "Well, we'll find out." "No Monica please don't! I'm sorry I stole your boyfriend, but please don't do this!" "It's too late for that now Rachel," Monica said as she pulled a chair up to the foot of the bed. "We'll start with your feet." "N-no not my feet! Please anything but that!" Monica slowly grabbed the sock on Rachels right foot and ever so slowly, started taking it off, while Rachel could only watch in horror. Finally, she pulled the sock all the way off, revealing a small, soft, creamy foot with toenails painted bright red. Monica took one finger and traced it on the bottom of her foot, up and down slowly. "N-n-no please stop," Rachel said, starting to grin. "Oh please. I'm just teasing you," Monica said.
She then took all four of her fingers and began really tickling her foot. Rachel burst out with laughter. "HAHA! PLEASE NO STOP! HAHA I'M BEGGING YOU!" After a minute or two, Monica stopped, and Rachel was already exhausted. "Oh It's not over yet," Monica said, and she began to take off Rachels other sock. "Oh god please no..." Monica skipped the teasing this time and dove right in. She began tickling both her feet mercilessly. "PLEASE THIS IS TORTURE! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Monica stopped after a few minutes. "Please no more," Rachel begged. Monica only grinned.
"If you thought my fingers were bad, then you have no idea how bad this is aboutto get," Monica said. "What are you going to do now?" Rachel asked, with a glint of fear in her eye. Monica slowly started moving towards Rachel's feet, and began lightly sucking on her toe. "Oh no!" Rachel yelled. Monica sealed her lips around Rachels big toe and began sucking lightly, flicking her tounge against her toe. Rachel didn't know what to feel. On one hand, having her toes sucked was one of the greatest pleasures she'd ever felt, but on the other hand, it was pure torture. It became clear that Monica intended to thourougly suck every one of her toes. She ignored Rachel's pleas to stop. After she was done sucking, she began lightly flicking her tounge against the bottom of Rachel's feet. "Please no," became so often heard it had no more meaning to either of them. Finally, Monica was able to take her lips off of Rachel's creamy delicious feet.
"Please no more," Rachel said. Monica only grinned again. Monica got up out of the chair and onto the bed, her knees straddling Rachels hips. She gently lifted Rachels T-shirt up revealing a smooth, beautiful belly. She stopped right above her breasts. "Please not my stomach!" Rachel begged. Monica lifted her hands, and slowly moved them to Rachel's sides. She lightly began teasing her by tracing her fingers around her sides and belly. Monica was just teasing Rachel. Without warning she immediately dug her fingers into Rachels side and began tickling her furiously. "PLEASE MONICA STOP I'M BEGGING YOU!!!" Rachel yelled, but Monica would not listen. She was having the time of her life tickling her. But after a minute she stopped. She got off the bed, walked over to a desk, opened a drawr, and pulled out some baby oil.
"What is that for?" Rachel asked, hating this more as time went on. "Oh nothing. I'm just going to rub baby oil on your already ticklish belly, which will make it even more ticklish." Rachel couldn't bear any more. She began to cry. "Please Monica I'm begging you! I'll do whatever you want I swear! Just please stop tickling me!" she said between sobs. "You should have thought of that before you went and stole my boyfriend. Monica resumed her postion on top of Rachel and poured baby oil all over her soft beautiful tummy. She caressed it in with her hands until her belly glistened and glowed brightly from it. She barely touched it before Rachel started squirming. "It seemed this worked very well," Monica said, with a devilish smile. Rachel gave up trying to beg.
Monica immediately began tickling her again, but now it was much worse. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, Monica stopped, and Rachel was desperately out of breath and sweating. "Let's see how my tounge feels on your soft creamy stomach," Monica said, and got off her knees and layed down on top of her. She lightly began kissing and licking her stomach, and Rachel was moaning with pleasure and torture. Monica traced her tounge all around her stomach before she began working on her cute innie belly button. She stuck her tounge in it and began lightly moving it around. It was clear that Rachel was enjoying this at the same time she was hating this. Monica took her tounge from Rachel's belly button and moved it up to her breasts. She began sucking lightly on her already hard nipples. Rachel began moaning with pleasure. While she was sucking on her nipples, she began lightly tickling Rachel's underarms. Rachel was overhwhelemed with torture and pleasure. Finally, Monica stopped sucking on her nipples and concentrated on torturing her again. She had almost forgotten she was supposed to torture Rachel when she got too into it. She snapped Rachel out of her trance by tickling her underarms furiously. Rachel began once again to thrash around violently. "MONICA! PLEASE STOP!" Monica stopped after a couple more minutes. "I think you've had enough for now," Monica said. "But remember, this could happen to you at any time if you ever do anything like that again!" She told Rachel. "I know I know! It will never happen again!" Rachel said. Monica finally stopped and let her up, but she just had to suck her creamy delicious toes one more time first.
A few weeks had passed since Monica had tickle tortured Rachel, and they thought it was all over and forgotten about. Or at least that's what Monica thought. Rachel could remember vividly being tied to the bed, not being able to move an inch, and being tortured by Monica. She had tickled every inch of her thouroughly, with her fingers and even her tounge, and Rachel was not the kind of girl who could let things go like that. She had to get even. And she would.
Monica was enjoying a nice, hot, steamy shower when it happened. The curtain was thrown open, and there stood Rachel with two pairs of hancuffs in her hands. Before Monica could say or do anything, Rachel grabbed her wrist, slapped the hand cuff around it, and attatched the other end to the shower curtain rod. She did the same thing with her other hand, so Monica's arms were cuffed above her head, and she stood there, naked, wet and completely vulnerable. "What the hell are you doing?!" Monica asked, shaking her head to try and get her long black hair out of her face. "Remember when you tickle tortured me Mon?" Rachel said with a smirk. "Oh god no..." Monica said. She knew what was coming, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Well now it's my turn to get you back." Rachel said. She lifted her hands and Monica noticed her long fingernails, which would make the tickling worse. She began lightly raking her fingers on Monicas underarms, causing Monica to fidget and giggle. "Ah so you are ticklish?" Rachel said, not stopping the slow sensous teasing. "Please Rachel, I'm sorry, just don't do this to me!" Monica begged. "I'll scream! And somebody is bound to hear me!" Monica said, but Rachel was way ahead of her. She also had with her a ball gag and jammed it in Monica's mouth, trying to not really hurt her, but make sure it was in there securely. She then tightened the strap and Monica couldn't make any noises loud enough for anyone to hear.
"Now it's just you and me Mon," Rachel said, and started quickly tickling her underarms, causing Monica to start fidgeting and jumping up and down, but she couldn't go anywhere. Little laughs could be heard behind the ball gag, but if it wasn't there, she would be laughing so loud that everyone in the apartment could hear her. She finally stopped. She then got down onto her knees, and began tickling Monica's soft, beautiful belly. This seemed to kill Monica. She was thrashing so hard that Rachel was sure she would break the hand cuffs any minute now, but she didn't. Rachel then dug her fingers into Monicas ribs and tickled them roughly. She then started on her bellybutton. She traced her index finger around the outside of it, moving in closer and closer, and then dug her finger in her belly button and began wiggling it around. Monica felt like she was about to pass out.
Rachel stopped after a minute, and then moved closer to Monica's belly. She stuck her tounge out, and gently began licking her stomach, focusing mainly on her belly button. Her skin was still soft and warm from the shower. Monica couldn't tell if she enjoyed this or not. This must have been what Rachel felt like, she was thinking. After a few minutes of kissing her soft creamy belly, she stopped, and brought her hands down her legs, and stopped on her thighs. It was time to torture her again.
She squeezed the spot right above her knee and Monica began thrashing around violently. If Monica could look forward to anything, it was that she would have trouble tickling her most ticklish spot, her feet, because she was standing on them, but Rachel was way ahead of her. After a few minutes of tickling her thighs, she brought out a rope and tied Monica's ankles together. She then went behind her and lifted her legs off the ground, supporting her knees on one of her arms, leaving the other free to tickle her exposed feet. She only wished she could see the look on Monica's face. But she could make a pretty good guess as when she lightly touched her feet, she squirmed. Rachel grinned. This would be the most fun part. She began quickly tickling her feet with all her fingers, and Monica shook violently. Rachel would have gone on for much longer, but she was afraid the shower curtain rod would brake, so she decided to do to her what she had done to her earlier. She began sucking on her soft pink toes and she heard Monica make a noise in between a pleasurable moan and a laugh. She taunted and tickled her feet while caressing them with her tounge until she had finished off her toes. But she wasn't done tickling yet. She let her legs back down and walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out an electric toothbrush.
"We're almost done Mon, but not quite yet," she said, holding up the toothbrush for her to see. Her eyes grew wide with fear. Rachel flicked it on and instantly went for her belly. She moved it all around, and Monica thought this was much worse then tickling with fingers. The worst was when Rachel put it in her bellybutton, and Monica felt like she was going to pass out. But eventually it stopped, and Rachel pulled out the gag.
"Now we're even aren't we?" Rachel said. Monica was still catching her breath but she still managed to say yes. So Rachel let her down, and that was the end of that.
"Friends" Part III
More time had passed since Rachel had evened the score against Monica, and even though neither of them admitted it, both of them actually enjoyed it on some level, even though it was the most tortorous thing ever. And they each knew the other one felt the same way, but never spoke of it. One day Rachel, Monica, and Phoebe were all sitting in Monica's apartment, watching TV, and Rachel was thinking to herself that Phoebe needed to be tickle tortured. Monica was thinking the same thing. Phoebe wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, and she put her beautiful feet on the table. Rachel never noticed her feet until recently, and they were beautiful. Small but not too small, nice shape, painted toe nails, perfect for tickling. She looked across at Monica and they both had the same idea.
Monica got up and went to her bedroom and got some rope. She walked back out behind the couch where Phoebe was sitting and they attacked. They forced her to the ground and with much difficulty tied her ankles and wrists together in a a hog tied position. "What are you doing?" Phoebe freaked out. "We just want you to have the experience of being tickle tortured," Monica teased. "Are you ticklish?" Rachel added. Like everyone else, Phoebe tried to lie, but couldn't pull it off.
"You have such cute little feet, are they ticklish?" Rachel asked, getting ready to attack. She had a different tactic this time. She grabbed a feather from a drawer nearby and brushed it up and down the bottom of her soft creamy soles. Phoebe began giggling. "I think she IS ticklish," Monia said. Rachel started tickling her feet faster, and Phoebe began laughing uncontrollably. After a few minutes, Monica took over with the feather, and continued to torture poor Phoebe. But she stopped finally.
"Now for the fun part," Rachel said, taking back over. She grabbed Phoebes feet and brought them closer to her, and began sucking on her toes just like she had monica. Like the others, Phoebe enjoyed this, yet hated it. While Rachel was busy with one foot, Monica took over the other one, and they spent a while sucking on her creamy delicious toes. But it had to end eventually, because they had just gotten started tickling her. "Is it over?" Phoebe asked. "Hardly," Monica chuckled. They each took a side of her and lifted her shirt and stopped right under her breasts. "Let's see how ticklish your belly is," Rachel said. "PLEASE NO NO THAT!" Phoebe was flipping out now. "Oh my, she must be quite ticklish there," Monica added, and Rachel began lightly brushing the feather against her soft delicate tummy. "N-n-haha-ple-sto-," was all Phoebe was able to get out between laughs.
"I wonder if her belly button is ticklish Rachel," Monica said, and Rachel stuck the tip of the feather in her belly button and began spinning it around. Phoebe was laughing harder then ever now. "Please! I'm begging you!" she yelled. Rachel then ditched the feather and started squeezing her hips with her two hands. Monica moved to her feet and began tickling them too, so now Phoebe had to deal with having her feet and her tummy tickled at the same time. She couldn't take it any more. She felt like she was about to pass out. Finally it stopped, and she caught her breath. "So did you enjoy that?" Monica asked. "That was TORTURE!" she said, still exhausted. "Well to be fair, we didn't really do the part that made it so pleasurable that much," Rachel said.
So She got on her knees next to Phoebe, lifted her shirt again and starting blowing light rasperries on her belly. "How about that?" Monica asked. Phoebe didn't answer. While Rachel was busy with her belly, Monica went back and started licking and kissing Phoebes feet. Phoebe began moaning with pleasure. After a few minutes it stopped. "Figure we should let her out now?" Rachel asked. "Yeah we should," but first, they just had to tickle her feet one more time.
The popular girl
Kayla was the most popular (and beautiful) girl in the high school. Every girl wanted to be her, and every boy wanted to date her. Not surprisingly, she was also pretty mean to anyone that wasn't popular. Even so, everyone she was mean to still wouldn't pass up the oppurtunity to date her, since she was so beautiful. She was short, about 5"6 or so. She had long brown hair, and a sexy figure. There were these two other girls, not nearly as pretty, but not ugly either, and they weren't popular. And one day Kayla decided to take up the oppurtunity to make fun of them. That was the biggest mistake she ever made.
The two girls, Nicole, and Jill, were sitting on the bench in the courtyard, minding their own business, when along comes Kayla and starts making fun of them for their fashion. After they all had their laughs, Jill told Nicole "I am so tired of her constantly making fun of us." Nicole nodded her head in agreement. "Don't worry. I'm sure after today she'll never make fun of us again," Nicole answered. "What do you mean?" Jill asked, and Nicole began to tell her her plan.
The bell rang ending school, and Kayla walked through the halls with nobody around her. Jill and Nicole stalked slowly behind her, waiting until nobody saw, and they quickly grabbed her from behind. They pulled her into the nearest empty classroom, and locked the door. Despite Kaylas struggling, Nicole and Jill were able to sit her down in a chair, tie her hands behind it, and tie her legs individually to the chair legs.
"What are you doing?!" she screamed! "We're going to get you back for all the years of making fun of us," Jill said with a smirk on her face. "What are you going to do to me?!" Kayla yelled. "You'll see." Jill pulled up a chair in front of Kaylas and slowly began untieing one leg from the chair. Once it was untied, she lifted it up onto her knee. "Your not ticklish are you?" Jill asked. "N-no I-i'm not," Kayla answered, a hint of fear in her tone. "Oh really? I seem to remember you once saying u were ticklish to someone, "Nicole said." Kayla didn't answer. Jill slowly began untieing her tennis shoe, and slipped it off.
"Don't you dare!" Kayla started to yell, but it was muffled as Nicole wrapped a cloth around her mouth to gag her. Jill then slipped off her sock, revealing beautiful petite feet, toes painted bright red. Jill smiled as she took her finger and very lightly began stroking it against her foot. A smile cracked across Kaylas face. She said something that sounded like stop, but it was too muffled to hear it. Jill then pressed harder with her finger and started to tickle her foot. Kayla burst out laughing as well as she could with the gag still in her mouth. "Oh so you are ticklish," Jill said,with a wide smile across her face. She then started tickling her foot with all four fingers, and from the looks of Kaylas face, she was not enjoying this. After a moment she stopped and waited for Kayla to catch her breath. "No, its not over yet." Jill told her. She pulled a Q-Tip out of her pocket and began spinning it inbetween Kaylas toes. Her eyes started to water as she looked like it was more then she could take.
After a moment of happily tickling her toes, Jill put the Q-Tip away. "It's still not over yet," Jill laughed. When she didn't pull any more instruments of torture out, Kayla wondered what she was going to do. Slowly, Jill, lifted her foot up and Kayla suddenly realized what she was going to do. She immediately started struggling as hard as she could, but it did no good. Slowly, Jill started gently suck on her big toe, and Kayla was now freaking out. She sucked each toe for about a minute, and then started gently licking her foot all over. This was pure torture for Kayla. After the licking had been done, Jill placed her sock and shoe back on, and tied it back up, then to Kaylas horror she did the exact same thing to the other foot! Kayla was crying by the time her other foot had been thouroughly tickled. Jill tied it back up. "It's late enough to where nobody would hear her anymore," Nicole said, and she removed the gag. "Please stop!" Kayla immediately started begging. "No its not over yet," Nicole said. Now that her legs were securely tied back up,they could move onto the next partof the tickle torture.
Now Nicole took over, and she slowly traced her fingers up Kayla's bare legs until she reached her knees. Kayla startedto giggle lightly and then burst out laughing when Jillsqueezed her leg right above her knee. "Oh my gosh! Please stop!" Kaylamanaged to get in between the hysterical laughs. In a minute or so, Jill did stop and waited for Kayla to catch her breath. This whole time Nicole had connected three desks to make one large one. Jill and Nicole grabbed Kayla, untied her from the chair, and despite her struggling, they managed to lie her on her back on the desks, and tied her down, her arms stretched over her head. "Now what?!" Kayla yelled.
Jill slowly started to lift up Kaylas shirt and stopped right under her breasts. She began to slowly caress Kaylas sides with her fingers, causing Kayla to fidget and giggle. Suddenly, Jill started squeezing her ribs repeatedly causing Kayla to laugh harder then she had ever laughed. She only stopped when Nicole came over with baby oil in her hands. "What's that for?!" Kayla yelled, utterly confused. Without responding, Nicole poured it onto her tummy, and spread it around until her entire tummy was bright and shiny. "Now your tummy is even more sensetive to being tickled," Jill said with a smile. "Oh my gosh no!" Kayla yelled. Nicole and Jill started tickling her tummy without mercy, and Kayla felt like she was about to pass out from laughing so hard. They stopped a after a few minutes, and Jill pulled out theQ-tip again. Kayla was too busy trying to catch her breath to notice. Jill brought the Q-tip closer to her stomach, and started spinning it inside Kaylas bellybutton! Kayla, caught off guard, laughed more then she had this entire time, put together. Throughout the laughing, she tried to gasp out such stuff as stop! and please! and stuff to that nature, but Jill happily spun the q-tip in her cute little bellybutton. They stopped after a moment, and Kayla was about to pass out.
"Please stop," she breathed, not even able to yell anymore. But Jill and Nicole just smiled at her. Nicole grabbed Kaylas sides and started coming closer to her tummy, and Kayla realized what she was going to do. "NO PLEASE DON'T!!" she screamed, and Nicole started to lick her stomach, started at the bottom and going up. "HAHAHA-N-N-NO PL-PLEASE STOP!" she screamed as Nicole caressed her belly with her tounge. She then moved her tounge down and stuck it in her bellybutton and licked around the sides of her bellybutton. "HAHAHAA NO DON'T!" she continued to scream for a minute until Nicole stopped.
"Do you think she's learned her lesson Nicole?" Jill asked. "YES I HAVE!" Kayla screamed, trying to break away from her restraints. "Will you ever be mean to us or any other non-popular people again?" Nicole asked. "Yes I promise!" she said. "If you ever tell anyone about this, you'll get it even wore," Jill added. "Okay okay!" Yelled Kayla. Nicole and Jill untied her and she went running from the room. From that day, Kayla was never made fun of anyone again.
The Teacher Gets Tickled
Miss T was easily the most beautiful teacher in the High school, beautiful face, nice body, long reddish blonde hair, long legs, half the guys in the class were failing because they were too busy staring at her during class. If Miss T had one downfall, it was that she could get kind of bitchy sometimes, but she would learn never to again after the experience she had.
It was the last period of the day and everybody was eager to go home. Miss T was still trying to teach the class, but with failing results. She called on Katrina to answer a question, who was in the middle of the conversation with Tracy and didn't answer. "Katrina!" she yelled, but she still didn't answer. "Katrina and Tracy!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, and the whole class went silent. "You two see me after class," she told them. The rest of the period dragged on, but finally the bell rang and everyone shuffled out, and Katrina and Tracy were almost out the door when Miss T reminded them they have to stay.
"Will you make it quick?" Katrina said. "I've got plans." Miss T didn't respond at first. "I am sick and tired of the way you two act in my class," she started. "You're rude, disrespectful, and you don't seem to care. I'm failing the both of you." "You can't do that!" Tracy yelled. "We won't be able to cheer at the football games," Katrina added. "You should have thought of that before you acted the way you did in my class," Miss T said. Katrina looked at Tracy and they both had the same idea. Katrina slowly took off her sweatshirt, and without warning, grabbed Miss T, pulled her to the floor, and tied her hands behind her back with the sweater. Miss T tried to yell, but Katrina covered up her mouth.
"Maybe after this you'll think twice before you fail us," Tracy said. Miss T's mind was racing. She wondered what they would do to her. She was face down on the ground with her hands tied and Tracy was holding her ankles down. "Where should we start?" Katrina asked. "Let's start from the bottom up," She responded, and Miss T felt her shoes being removed. "My you have such beautiful feet," Tracy said, and they were. Small, soft creamy skin, toenails painted bright red. "Let's find out if they're ticklish or not," Katrina said. Miss T's eyes went wide, and she immediately started struggling. She wouldn't be able to handle being tickled, she was just too ticklish.
"Please don't do this to me!" she begged. "I won't fail you I promise!" she continued. "It's too late for that now. We just can't pass this opportunity to tickle you're cute little feet," Tracy said, and slowly began scratching the bottom of her feet. "N-n-no p-please stop! hahaha!!" She began laughing.