Tickling on the Road

by

Kutyo



- CHAPTER TWELVE -
Without Mercy

Tammi joined her in the kitchen, thighs still wet. She took a position in
front of Becky. Beth stood in front of Danni, still to far away for her to
reach. They both extended their hands and bicycled their fingers, and
cuffed girls backed away, only to find themselves trapped against the
fridge. "Now, now wait a minute!" Becky said. Her handcuff jangled when
she tried to raise both hands in front of her. "What are you doing?"

"Uncle Harrison always said you where the smartest of us cousins," Tammi
said, "but sometimes you seem terribly slow to me, Becky. We're gonna
tickle you! Ready?"

Becky flattened herself against the fridge.

Beth wriggled her fingertips at Danni's eye level. Danni watched the
fingers move, tracing their little circles with her eyes. She was scared.
Nobody tickled worse than a girl after revenge, and she had put a lot of
revenge into this pretty hitchhiker.

Beth saw the fear in Danni's face, saw the defiant facade die. She thought
Danni might have maintained her rebellion if she hadn't tickled her
before, but she had already felt Beth's tickling touch, and now feared its
return. "Well, Danni, got any last words before we start?"

Hypnotized by the wagging fingers, she shook her head.

"Then, here we go!" Beth lunged forward, and the sudden movement shook
Danni from her spell. She squealed, sounding exactly like Tammi, and
backpedalled into the fridge. She tried to protect herself, but her cuffed
hand threw everything off, and Beth found it easy to lay her hands on
Danni's ribcage. Wrapping her small hands as tightly as she could around
her sides, she dug in with all ten nails, working them in between the
ribs, deeply dimpling the flannel shirt. She squeezed.

Danni yelped and twisted away from her, but that only pulled her body away
from her trapped arm, leaving that entire side vulnerable. Beth's hand
squeezed and traveled up and down, attacking the ribs with frightening
enthusiasm. Her other hand, trapped between Danni's arm and her body,
still tickled, fingers whirring against her ribs. "No! Nooo! N
nooo--please! Hee hee hee heeeeee!" Danni blurted.

Tammi launched a similar attack on Becky, but concentrated on those ribs
on the side of the restrained hand. Becky turned and plastered that side
against the fridge door, but not before Tammi got both hands in there by
wrapping her arms around her cousin. She didn't care if her hands were
being smashed, what mattered was tickling.

Becky broke down, laughing and squealing, twisting against the cuffs. Her
free hand tried to tickle back, but after a few seconds, she couldn't do
anything but laugh as Tammi pressed her fingers and thumbs in hard against
her ribs. For some reason, those thumbs were the worse of all. They
tunneled into the tender spaces between ribs and tortured the soft flesh
with powerful but teasing touches.

Danni likewise threw herself against the fridge, but Beth ducked down and
grabbed a double handful of flannel. She tugged with all her might and
pulled half the shirt out of Danni's jeans. Even as Danni's feet pushed
against the floor in a desperate attempt to protect her ribs against the
door, Beth snaked her hands into her shirt and onto her bare belly.

"Oh, Beth, don't! Pleeeze! Not there! Not the tummy!"

Beth's fingers pinched and diddled the soft skin of her tummy, instantly
finding her belly button. One finger poked into the defenseless navel
while the others roved, nails scratching along the tender skin. Danni
tried to clutch the intruder fingers with her free hand, but she couldn't
get under her own shirt to stop them. Beth probed her belly button with a
forefinger while squeezing her tummy with the other fingers of that hand,
and her other hand went to Danni's flank and scratched the responsive skin
there. Danni's laughter rose to fill the kitchen, echoing off the linoleum
and the tiles, filling Beth's ears with the sweet sound of tickle torture.
Beth tickled faster, as fast as she could, determined to make Danni pee
her pants.

Becky fell to the floor, her arm held over her head by the cuffs, and
Tammi scrubbed her armpits for a few seconds through her shirt. Her cousin
was helpless in her hysteria, babbling pleas for mercy between a sudden
round of hiccups, so Tammi had the chance to take the hem of her top and
pulled it up, baring her belly and breasts. The shirt entangled her arms
and neck, and Tammi left it hanging around her shoulders and over her
face. Presented with the irresistable opportunity to play with her bare
armpit and naked boobies, Tammi took it and ran her fingers up her side
into that open underarm. Becky thrashed, but Tammi sat in her lap and
tickled, making her buck beneath her. "T-Tammeee, pleeeze! Hah hah ha ha
ha ha haaaa!" she begged through her shirt. "Hahahahahaaaaa! St-st-stop!
Hee hee hah hah hah hah hah!"

"Not on your life, Cousin! This is paybacks! Tickle, tickle! Tickle your
armpits!" And she did, both at the same time. "Tickle your boobies!" And
she did, running her nails lightly around each breast, one after the
other, concentrating on the undersides.

Driven into helpless, squirming laughter by Beth's ministrations, Danni's
strength gave out entirely and she fell, too. Beth went down with her and
straddled her. She pulled her shirt out the rest of the way and attacked
her flanks again, this time with both hands. With one side open with her
arm up, and the other defended only by a weakened free hand, Danni
couldn't stop the horrific tickling. Beth kept going, pinching and
scratching the firm, but pliable, flesh at her sides, alternating with
quick grabs for her ribs. Danni kicked, feet flailing, boobs bouncing free
from her shirt. Beth loved the sight of the freckled boobies dancing on
Danni's struggling chest, the nipples hard and erect. She caught a nipple
in her mouth and sucked it hard while continuing to tickle, and a new
strain grew in her captive's laughter.

"Ah hah hah hah haaaa!" Danni screamed, perspiration and tears running
down her reddening cheeks. "Ahhhh-G-G-God, stop! Stop, st-s-top, stop! P
p-p-pleeeeeeeze, stop! Hah hah hah hah haaa--hahahahahaahaaaaa! I-I n
never t-t-t-t-t-tickled you--hah hah ahahahahahahahahahaha!--this b-b
b-b-b-b-b-b-baaaaaad! Hah hah hah hahahahahahaha!"

"No, you tickled me worse! Koochie, koochie, coo! Koochies on your ribs!
Koochies on your tummy! Koochies in your belly button! Tickle Danni,
tickle Danni! Tickle her til she pees!" Beth worked her fingers up and
down the sides of her thrashing body, pleased by Danni's helpless
struggles. She was at least as ticklish as Tammi was, maybe even more so.

In the midst of her ticklishness, Danni remembered what Tammi had reminded
her of. "Someday someone will tie me up and tickle me..." Now it was
happening, and Beth was her tormentor! She collapsed under the girl,
laughing and wriggling, helpless.

Beth lay out on her, pinning her, and ran her tongue up and down the cleft
between her jiggling breasts while ravaging her ribs. New laughter
exploded from Danni, high-pitched and supremely desperate. Her head
thrashed side to side, and her free hand pounded the floor in agony. Her
feet kicked high into the air, lifting Beth and sliding her face into her
bosom. Beth sucked and nibbled on her breasts and tortured her ribs.

The need appeared and immediately relieved itself. Danni's bladder, which
she had not even known was full, contracted on itself and emptied itself
into her pantie and jeans. Beth felt the wet spot grow into a big circular
damp region on Danni's crotch, and laughed at it. "Made you pee!" she
taunted, sitting up, but not getting off her. She pinched two ribs, and
Danni squeaked. "How're you doing Tammi?"

Tammi had reversed herself in Becky's lap and was tickling Becky's bare
feet. She answered while gently scratching the soles and pinching the
toes. "Oh, I'm fine! Lotsa fun!"

"You said it. Tickling's great, as long as you're not on the receiving
end, right Danni?" Another pinch made her victim squeal.

"P-please...please, Beth...stop..." she breathed. "...inhuman..."

"Inhuman nothing. Just wait! Tammi?" Beth cocked her head towards the
front door.

Tammi nodded energetically.


Leaving Danni cuffed to the fridge, Tammi tickled Becky into
unconsciousness while Beth went into the back of the house to put on some
clothes. She went through the twins' bags until she found a pink pair of
panties and a pair of jeans with a D monogrammed on the knee. She liked
the thought of wearing Danni's clothes, and put them on. The jeans were
much too big for her, but she rolled the leg hems up until her ankles
showed, and used a belt on the second to last knotch to keep them up.

She found a button-front blouse in Danni's bag and put it on. Instead of
buttoning it she knotted it to cup her tits, and looked in the full-length
mirror on the door. Her slender cleavage showed white and smooth, exposed
by the open top, and the knot rode high enough to leave her midriff and
belly bare. She tugged the hip-huggers down until her belly button showed,
knowing now it wasn't in danger of being tickled.

She used both hands to shift her breasts under the blouse until she was
sensuously comfortable. She had never worn anything so sexy, but, in the
persistent afterglow of her thirty-minute orgasm marathon, she wanted to
look and feel as sexy as possible. She primped her hair and went back into
the kitchen.

Becky's cries were silent, her mouth hanging open with dribbles running
down her chin, as Tammi tickled her feet with her nails. Beth was just in
time to see the blonde-haired Arcadia faint under her cousin. Her blue
eyes closed in the blissful reprieve of unconsciousness and she went limp
against the refrigerator door.

"Let's go!" Tammi said, sparing an appreciative look at Beth. "You look
good in that, Beth. Sexy girl."

"Thanks!"

It wasn't as difficult as Beth had originally thought it would be. They
left Danni cuffed to the fridge and uncuffed Becky. They carried her
outside and lay her on the porch. Beth cuffed her hands behind her back
and sat on her with her hands on her ribs, just in case, while Tammi got a
ladder out of the garage. Tammi set it up next to the van, then ran back
inside to collect the rope from the Monopoly game.

Beth had to tickle Becky back into unconsciousness when she woke up while
Tammi was out back. Once she was back in Never-Never Land, they carried
her to the ladder and, with a lot of tugging and pulling and putting their
backs to the task, they succeeded in lifting her onto the top of the van.
Tammi used the Nylon rope to bind her hand and foot to the ski rack while
Beth went back inside to tickle Danni until she fainted.

While they hefted Danni up onto the van, a grey-haired neighbor in a
sunhat peeked at them over the hedges. His garden hose wandered from his
flowers and onto his driveway. Adjusting her hold on Danni, Tammi waved.
"Afternoon, Mr. Anderson. Nice to have all this sun after the snow, isn't
it?"

Mr. Anderson nodded. He watched as Beth put her shoulders under Danni's
butt and pushed up with her legs. Tammi lifted with her hands under the
limp girl's armpits. "How's Mrs. Anderson?" she asked.

"Fine," he answered. He watered his driveway while they got Danni onto the
roof of the van. "Is she all right, young lady?"

"Just fine, Mr. Anderson," Tammi replied.

"Is he gonna call the police or something?" Beth asked as they bound Danni
to the ski rack next to Becky.

"Nah. He's a nice old guy, and minds his own business. Likes to watch
pretty girls, though. See how he's looking at you?"

Beth blushed and looked at Mr. Anderson. She waved and gave him a big
smile. He nodded to her, but his grizzled expression didn't change.

"Becky's caught him watching her in the hot tub from his backyard. I don't
think he gets any from Mrs. Anderson anymore."

Beth felt naughty enough to move to where Mr. Anderson would see, and bent
down low. The blouse fell away and her breasts dangled free. She glanced
up and saw him looking. She smiled and blew him a kiss. A second later he
dropped the hose and hurried back inside his house.

They finished tying Danni, arms over her head and legs straight and spread
a little, feet facing the front of the van. Becky was likewise tied, and
wriggled restlessly when her eyes opened. "What? What's going on?" She
tugged on her wrists and ankles. "What are you two doing? Are we on top of
the van?! What's going on?"

Beth sat back on the roof and played with Becky's trapped toes while Tammi
climbed down and went inside the house. Between giggles, Becky pleaded,
"B-Beth, p-p-please, let m-me--hee hee hee hee heeee!--let m me go!
What're are you g-g-g-gonna d-do to us?! Hee hee heeeee-eeee!"

Danni woke up and strained against her bonds, then thrashed when Beth ran
a fingernail up and down an instep. Beth kept tickling their feet as Tammi
climbed back up on the roof with a pair of scissors and started cutting
their clothes off.

"P-p-pleeeze!" Danni cried, "st-stop! Hee hee--hah hah ha ha! D-don't do
this! D-d-don't leave us up here n-n-naked! Ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh, we're not leaving you anywhere, Danni," Beth said while she traced
circles on her sole. "We're going into the town."

"Wh-what? Wh-wh-what are you g-gonna do?! P-please! Hee hee heee hee hee
heeeheeee!"

"That's a surprise!" Beth told her. As she teased their feet, and when
Tammi's back was turned while she snipped Danni's shirt off her, Beth
glanced at the leftover rope and hoped it was enough.

Once the girls were both naked, their pink bodies glistening with nervous
perspiration in the sunshine, Tammi looked at Beth. "There, now we're
set."

"Where's the car wash?" Beth asked.

Tammi gathered up the rope and the scissors as she said, "On Main Street,
just past Redwood. Next to a Shell station."

"Thanks!" Beth lunged forward and barreled Tammi down. The redhead landed
heavily on her back, and Beth pounced on top of her. Her fingers flew over
her ribs, and Tammi exploded into hysterics. Like her sister before her,
Tammi succumbed to the weakness prolonged laughter brought, and within
minutes, couldn't fight as Beth looped the ropes around her hands and
feet. Once the knots were pulled tight, Beth cut her clothes off her, too,
and climbed down. She ignored their protests, put the ladder away, locked
up the house, and got into the driver's seat.

Mr. Anderson watched through his bedroom curtain as the van pulled away.


Business was slow at the Wash 'N' Go Car Wash. Ned Bagley hadn't picked up
the soap sprayer or punched the On button for almost three hours. The snow
and the rain that had followed had done a good enough job of washing
everybody's car, so he sat at the little stained desk catching up on his
comic book reading. He wasn't worried, he got paid, customers or not.

Ned heard the engine before he saw the van pull into the concrete driveway
of the wash. He got up, put on the blue cap with the sparkling car
embroidered on it--his manager told him to wear it or he'd be fired--and
walked outside.

The van was clean, a cherried job with chrome hubcaps, tinted windows, and
some amateur airbrushing on the side. "Hi. Get a wash for you, today?"

The driver was a perfectly adorable brunette with long wavy hair and dark
flashing eyes. "Hi, there." Her face dimpled with a beautiful smile that
made Ned's day worth living out. "How much for a good thorough wash?"

Ned picked up the laminated price chart, something he'd never bothered to
memorize. "Twenty-five for the basic cleaning, ma'am, and our Crystal
Clean Service, which includes, um, the full automatic wash plus a vacuum
of the interior and inside-and-out window cleaning and treatment with our
patented, um, patented SuperFresh new car smell'll run you thirty five,
plus tax."

"Okay, gimme that, then." The brunette dug into a pocket and pulled out a
couple of twenties. "I won't need all the interior stuff, just the
outside, okay?"

"Whatever you want, ma'am." He took her money, and as he turned towards
the cash register, he saw a hand and a foot dangling from the edge of the
roof of the van, tied to the ski rack. Stopping, he also heard muffled
cries for help. "Uh, ma'am, what's going on?"

Beth Cordova just smiled. "Nothing. Just need a wash."

"But there's someone on your roof!"

"Actually, there's a few someones up there, but--" She pulled out a fifty,
courtesy of the twins' ATM card, and handed it to him. "Our secret? Pretty
please?"

"I don't know, ma'am. I mean, if something's going on, and they need help..."

She gave him another fifty.

Ned saw significant additions to his comic book collection. Back issues
available only at the specialty shop in Klamath Falls, valuable back
issues he'd never been able to buy. Before. He pocketed the cash. "Yes,
ma'am."

Tammi strained against her bonds, gagged with a pair of Beth's panties
duct-taped in her mouth. Danni and Becky, similarly gagged, struggled
uselessly.

"Thank you!" Beth said, and drove the van into the front of the automatic
wash tunnel. She set it in Neutral and felt the wash's slider engage the
front wheel.

Ned, the hundred dollars already burning a hole in his pocket, unholstered
the soap sprayer and used it to wet down the van. The brunette flashed him
a cute smile and waved when he pushed the On button and sent her into the
tunnel.

Ned watched the hand and foot struggle as the van disappeared. He
shrugged. For a hundred dollars, he'd ignore his own mother. He went back
inside to write up a list of the collectibles he would get at the
specialty shop.

Beth popped a Pepsi and enjoyed the local classic rock station as the
hanging soap-laden fabric strips jostled their way toward the windshield.
She only wished she hadn't had to gag them, because she would've loved to
hear the screams.

Danni was the first to realize what Beth was going to do to them. Strapped
naked to the ski rack, she'd looked down between her bare breasts and
watched the streets, trying to figure out where Beth was taking them.
She'd been afraid that, in her lust for revenge, Beth was going to take
them to a mall and put them on display and maybe offer to let strangers
tickle them. She herself had done something similar to Tammi many years
ago, when she had tied her to a tree and charged their friends each a
dollar to tickle her feet for ten minutes.

But what Beth actually had in mind was far worse! Danni screamed into the
gag her own panties made, and bucked as hard as she could when she saw
broad strips of fabric, motorized and slick with soapsuds, dangling in
front of the van. Beyond them was a gauntlet of spinning brushes, all
automatic, all unfeeling, all merciless.

Danni looked over at her bound sister, and Tammi's eyes were wide with
fear. Becky closed hers in fear.

The strips agitated side to side, driven by an unseen whirring motor, as
the slider nosed the van gently into them. They lathered industrial
strength soap on the chrome bumper, headlights, and grill; then another
push from the slider inched the van forward so the windshield came under
the soapy strips.

Danni struggled desperately and her limbs tensed with the urgency to
escape. Her bare feet, ankles tightly tied with nylon to the front rim of
the rack, disappeared into the shadows under the car wash's canopy. She
saw the strips advance up over the driver's cab and onto the roof, heading
ever nearer to her helpless feet.

Tammi and Becky cried out, but their shrieks were muffled by taped panties
and the high-speed machinery around them. Danni couldn't believe that jerk
of an attendant had been so easily bribed. He deserved at least a good
kick in the nuts for what he'd done, and Beth deserved a week of torture
for what she was doing--

Danni spasmed when a dangling strip stroked the bottoms of her feet,
leaving soapy streaks across her soles and the tips of her toes. Tammi
twisted helplessly, making her breasts jump and bobble, when her feet
received the same treatment, and Becky's fists balled, white-knuckled, as
the soft, cushiony fabric rasped across her insteps.

The strips slid back and forth across Danni's footsies, igniting ticklish
sensations along all the nerve endings of her peds. She tried to ignore
it, to call upon that ever-elusive chi her martial arts instructor had
tried to teach her about for the strength to withstand it, but the strips
swung back and forth, incessantly rubbing her feet until she laughed into
the panties. Her hips squirmed and her thighs twitched, and her own
boobies bounced like Tammi's.

The strips slipped up Danni's shins, leaving swirls of soap behind as they
danced over her knees and up along the curves of her thighs. One errant
strip found its way between her legs and stroked the insides of her thighs
as it swung side to side, making Danni's muzzled laughter leap into
squealing hysteria. She squirmed, trapped under the strips as they swung
over her, moving slowly and agonizingly up her strapped legs, getting
closer to her defenseless pussy and belly.

Danni screamed anew when the strip rubbed against her open pussy, teasing
the tender lips. Her butt came off the roof and she threw her hips around,
trying to get the strip off her most sensitive of spots before it touched
her clit, trying to bounce it off her, but the soap film on the strip
stuck to the soap film on her skin and glued the strip to her.

Another moment, and the strip swung over her clit. Her pleasure bud
twitched, and she cried out again. The suds prickled across it, tickling
it and the membranes around it, filling her lower body with titillating
itches and teasings. Her anus winked, and her nipples rose hard and full
on the crests of her breasts. A girl's clit shouldn't have been subjected
to such torment, but the car wash didn't know that, and the strip swept
over it repeatedly until it stood stiff and throbbing, in the midst of a
tortured pussy. Then it left, on its way up to her belly, leaving the
clitty aroused and alone.

The panties in Tammi's mouth were soaked with her drool, but the
perspiration that had broken out on her tummy was swept away by the strips
when they came up and over her naked stomach. Her clit had been teased as
Danni's had, and trembled in her pussy. The pliable fibers in the strips
scratched softly along her tingling skin, tickling up her tummy, over her
belly button, and onto her midriff.

Becky howled silently when the strips fell on her breasts and massaged
them. Her nipples popped up hard and swollen, and her titties bobbed as
she thrashed at the touch of the strips in her armpits. All three girls
cried out, then relaxed as the strips fell behind the van.

In the cab, Beth grinned. "How'd you like that, girls?" She asked, though
she knew they couldn't hear her. "But wait--here come the scrubbers! Hee
hee hee!" She took a drink of her soda and sat back, imagining what they
looked like, tied and squirming on the roof.

Danni yelped when she saw the spinning scrubber brushes descend on the
van. Two came in from the sides, spinning perpendicular to the van to
clean the sides, and one long roller came down from above to clean the
front and the roof.

She heard her sister's scream even through the gag and above the roar of
the machinery.

On item #12, Ned stopped, and thought he heard a cry of despair from the
car wash. But then he fingered the two fifties on the desk, and went back
to the list.

The side brushes went by first. Infrared sensors sent the brushes inward
until their long bristles whipped against the sides of the van, thumping
hard at 120 rpm. It was Danni's left foot, tied at the edge of the roof,
that received the brushes' attention first, along with Tammi's right foot
on the other side. The twins exploded into squealing, gagged laughter when
they felt the bristles whistling by over their toes and tender insteps.

Becky thanked whatever deities controlled her fate that she'd been tied in
the center. Her cousins, on either side, bucked and writhed under the
automated tickling torture of the brushes, screaming louder and louder as
the brushed moved up their legs to their hips.

Danni and Tammi shied back from the brushes when they touched the crests
of their hips, smashing themselves in against Becky. She heard their
frantic laughter and felt their squirming bodies against her own as the
brushes spiraled up to their flanks. The soft flesh of each girl's side
trembled and shook under the gentle, teasing whipping. Rose-colored
blushes spread from where the brushes touched them, making pinkish tracks
that glowed under the soap that now covered the twins.

Danni struggled helplessly and her mind shattered under the relentless
tickling of the brushes, which now swept up along the left side of her
ribcage. Each new spin, each new touch of each bristle was a new torment,
and there were two new torments each second. The bristles spun along her
ribs, and the mechanized sped at which they rotated made certain each rib
was tickled at least four to six times, and the space between ribs was
teased almost as many times.

The soap left on her face by the soap strips loosened the duct tape on
Tammi's mouth, which came off and fell away. She spat out the panties and
an instant later the tunnel was filled with helpless, frenetic laughter
that escalated to an animalistic cry of ticklishness when Tammi's ribs
came under the bristles. She twisted, turned, and repeatedly slammed her
butt down on the roof in her mad need to escape the ongoing tickling, but
Beth's knots were as tight as Danni's ever were. She was held captive as a
machine unthinkingly tortured her.

Becky enjoyed their hysterics, thrilling when Danni's gag came off and
liberated an avalanche of keening laughter from her mouth. She had always
loved how the twins laughed, and now they laughed helplessly on either
side of her, driven into instant insanity. It almost made the ordeal with
the soap strips worthwhile.

Her own gag slipped off and she spat out the panties. "Koochie, koochie,
Cousin!" she shouted in Danni's ear. "Tickly ribs, tickly ribs!"

"F-f-f-fuck you! Hah hah ha ha ha ha haaa!" Danni tried to answer. "Hah
hah ha hah ha hah hah hah hah haaaaaa!"

"Bet this is the cleanest YOUR ribs have ever been, Tammi!" Becky said.

"Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ohhh--ohh, sh-sh-sh-shut up! Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha! Y-y-your turns c-c-c-c-coming! L-l-l-look! Hah ha ha ha ha ha-
hahahahahahaha haaaaa!"

Becky raised her head up and looked. The center roller drew near. "Oh, my
God! No! No, Beth, stop it! Stop the car wash! Please! Oh, God, pleeeze!
Beth, stop it! Stop it!"

Beth smiled to herself. She opened a bag of Gummi Worms she'd bought at a
Safeway with the twin's money and popped a colorful gelatinous worm into
her mouth.

The roller was thick with damp bristles, shorter than the bristles on the
side brushes, but packed at much greater density. It descended on them,
not yet spinning, and six sets of ticklish toes were engulfed by the
bristles. To each girl it felt as though the bristles were made of silk or
velvet, they were so soft and gentle against their toeprints. Tammi
giggled. "Oh, please..." she begged.

The slider pushed the van forward again, and the roller began to turn. The
first few turns were slow, and their tootsies were caressed just enough to
make them giggle. But once the motor warmed up and the roller clicked into
high speed, and the bristles stood straight out from their roots and
whirred over the wriggling toes.

Tammi shrieked with all the air in her lungs when she felt the bristles
whip between her toes. She tried to keep them bunched together, to protect
the terribly tender webbing between them, but the bristles teased the
balls of each tootsie, and that tickling forced her toes to splay in
instinctive anguish. "Ahhhhh-hah hah hah hah ahahahahaaaa! Ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha!"

Becky's reprieve was over and her feet, too, were tortured by the roller.
She bucked between her cousins, her jerking hips banging into theirs, as
she struggled with all her fading strength to somehow escape the
intolerable tickling.

The rpms against her toes almost made Danni pee. She didn't know how she
held her water against it, but breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the
roller moved up over her shins.

The relief, of course, turned into new screams when then roller touched
and cleaned her knees. The slider pushed the van forward in surges, and
each surge placed the roller at a new ticklish spot--first the feet, then
the knees, then their bare tummies.

Tammi's navel came under the ruthless teasing of a line of bristles that
rotating directly above it. Each bristle extended down into the dimple to
touch the unbearably sensitive skin at the bottom, then whipped against
the lower wall of the tiny shaft before lifting away. This happened 120
times a minute, and lasted for two minutes. Tammi had never known such
torture, even at the hands of Cousin Sammi, who'd made her pee more than
once.

Danni's tummy wriggled defenselessly under the onslaught, but however she
moved, uncounted bristles skittered over her belly, scratching each and
every square millimeter of bare skin. But Danni's true torment began when
the van surged against and brought her breasts under the roller.

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