Tickling on the Road

by

Kutyo



- CHAPTER EIGHT -
Cries of Laughter

Finally, Danni jerked Beth's hand away with the cuffs. "'Kay, Beth, I
think that's enough for now. Let's go eat."

"Oh, no! No, I'm not done yet! I have to torture her for how she tickled
me! Where's that bathroom brush? I want to use THAT on her feet! Where is
it?"

"C'mon, Beth," Danni repeated, jerking her hard with the cuff.

Beth looked crestfallen and betrayed. She'd started to think of Danni as a
friend and co-conspirator in tickling. "But, but--"

"Don't worry, you'll get some more chances to tickle my sister. Trust me."

"Uh huh. Right."

"Don't be pouty. You know what happens to pouty girls."

Beth attacked Tammi's belly again, making her howl. Danni looked at Becky,
and this time she nodded.

Becky grabbed one of Beth's ankles, held it tight, and launched her own
attack on the instep. Beth yelped, and Danni lunged back toward the foot
of the bed, drawing Beth's arm with her. Beth fell on her back between
Tammi's legs and her arm went up over her head when Danni went around to
the end of the bed. Thus stretched and held by an arm and a leg, Beth
broke into her own laughter as Becky's nails traced the gentle lines on
the bottom of her foot.

"Hee hee heeeeee! Eeeeeeee! NO! N-noooo! Wh-why are you d-d-doing this? Ha
ha ha hah hah ha ha haaa haaaaaaaa! Eeeeeeeee! Stop! Stop!"

"You have to learn to obey, Beth," Danni said.

Tammi has a respite, and got as much air as she could while Beth was
tickled. Beth struggled mightily between the cousins, and Tammi felt
Beth's bare vagina rub against her own aching pussy. Her hips answered the
rubs, and her clitty became almost painfully engorged. Her coming orgasm,
forgotten during the torment, now teased her with its unattainable
nearness. Beth was struggling under tickling, not trying to masturbate
her, so the rhythm of the rubbing was only herky-jerky bumps and grinds,
and not enough constant pressure on her twitchy bud to make her come.
Tickle torture was replaced with teasing torture.

Beth cried for forgiveness, but they tickled for another ten minutes,
during which time Beth twisted herself all over, trying to escape. She
kicked wildly with her free leg, and Becky straddled Tammi's armpits to
keep her from kicking the bound girl in the face. She got Beth's free foot
in the stomach one almost hard enough to hurt.

While Becky's pussy and butt on her collarbones, tantalizingly close but
unreachably far away, Tammi was almost drizen mad by her arousal. The
sounds of tickling, the rubbing of her clit, and the sight and scent of
her cousin's sex...Tammi almost wept from her need to come.

Beth knew nothing but tickling, and threw herself about until she'd
squirmed to the edge of the bed, and fell onto the hardwood floor. Danni
went down on her knees, but still held Beth's wrist over her head. Becky
renewed her attack on her foot until Beth was too weak to fight anymore,
and then Danni dragged her out of the room.

Becky got up and sipped the coffee Danni had left on the nightstand. It
was almost cold, but all right. She wiped her lips, went back to the bed.
"Okay, Tammers, we've got a fun day all lined up for you and Beth. After
breakfast, we're all gonna play a game..."

Tammi whined with a fading orgasm. Her pussy dribbled.



Becky and Danni made breakfast while Tammi and Beth sat tied to their
chairs at the table. Danni fed Tammi and Becky fed Beth scrambled eggs,
pancakes, and toast. Danni liked to smear piece of pancake with maple
syrup and blueberries and pretend to fork it into Tammi's mouth. When
Tammi opened her mouth, her sister instead smeared her cheek with it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tammi! I'm so clumsy this morning. Here," And Danni licked
it off. A trickle of syrup, bearing a couple of blueberries with it, ran
down the side of Tmami's neck, and Danni's tongue chased it down to a
collarbone. Tammi giggled and kicked her feet under the table.

Becky was playful with Beth, too. Holding a slice of buttered toast to her
mouth, Becky reached under the table an pinched a knee every time Beth
tried to take a bite. After five giggles and aborted attempts to get some
toast in her mouth, Becky let her take a bite. As she chewed, Beth watched
her with wary eyes, knowing the tickle would come.

And it did. When Beth was about to swallow, daring to think she would
actually get to eat some of this breakfast without being teased, Becky
pinched her nee hard. Beth squealed and blew the toast out of her mouth.
This happened twice more, and by the end of breakfast Beth was giggly and
mad at the same time.

"Game time!" Danni said as she untied Tammi's hands from behind the chair.
She handcuffed her wrists together and led her into the living room. Becky
brought Beth over, also cuffed, and they both stood and watched as Danni
and Becky rearranged the furniture. They moved the coffee table back
gainst the wall, then pushed the two big, heavy armchairs until they faced
each either, separated by about six feet. Tammi groaned, knowing what--or
who--would be going between those chairs.

"What?" Beth asked.

In a few minutes, Beth had her answer. First they lay Beth down between
the chairs, so her head was toward one chair and her feet were toward the
other. Then, while Becky sat on her to keep her from trying to escape,
Danni pulled her arms up over her head and lashed her wrists to the legs
of the chair. Beth's arms pressed tight against the sides of her head, and
the terrible feeling of vulnerability that accompanied the baring of her
armpits and ribs returned. It intensified when Becky pulled her legs out
straight and bound her ankles to the other chair. When they were done,
Beth was stretched between the chairs, arms over her head, legs straight
and together.

Tammi was bound next to her. They tied Tammi's wrists and ankles to the
same chair legs as Beth's, so the two girls were pressed side by side.
Tammi wriggled against her, enjoying the feeling of warm girlflesh against
her.

"Now what?" Beth asked. "More torture?"

Danni straddled her and massaged her petite breasts. Beth squirmed,
knowing all too well how easy it was for Danni to tickle her. "We're gonna
play charades."

"It's going to be hard for me to act things out when I'm tied up," Beth
muttered.

"Don't be like that. We're gonna have lots of fun. Becky and I'll act
things out, and you and Tammi guess what we're doing. 'Kay?"

She knew she was courting Fate, but Beth asked, "What if I say no?"

Danni grinned. "Then you'll have to be punished." Her hands left her
breasts and wandered down to her ribs. "Know what I mean?" She tapped her
fingernails on her sides.

New adrenaline surged through Beth. Her nipples puffed up. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good girl," Danni replied, giving her a sloppy wet kiss. "Now, the first
category is daily stuff. Ord'nary things people do around the house. Becky
starts."

Becky-Ann went into the middle of the room. After a moment of thought, she
laid down on her back and closed her eyes. Then she opened them again and
bolted upright. She looked over at the floor next to her and slammed her
palm down. Then she flopped back down and hid her head in her hands.

Beth looked at Tammi, who only yesterday had been one of her tormentors,
and was now her co-victim in bondage. Tammi's soft green eyes looked back,
and she smiled. "Which one of us is s'posed to guess, Danni?" Tammi asked.

"Either one. But keep in mind that the one who doesn't guess, or at least
doesn9t try to guess, gets tickled."

"What?!" Beth asked.

"That's the rules. You two are competing against each other. The loser
receives tickling."

Suddenly Beth didn't feel that close to Tammi. She'd do anything to avoid
more cruel titillation. "Waking up!" she blurted. "She's waking up!"

"She heard her alarm clock and hit the snooze bar!" Tammi said.

"Very good, Cousin," Becky said, getting to her feet, "but Beth said it
first."

Beth grinned, and Tammi's eyes went wide. "But I said EXACTLY what it
was!" the redheaded twin cried as Danni knelt down to straddle her
midsection. "C'mon! I said EXACTLY--"

"Don't be such a whiner, Tammers," Danni said, taking the peacock plume
Becky handed her. "Maybe you'll win the next one. But for now..." She
twirled the plume around and brought it down onto her sister's bare
breasts. She squiggled it around each cone, and a second later Tammi
squealed. Danni played the feather around each boobie, dancing the tear
drop tip over bulging freckled flesh, and her sister cried in laughter.

Tammi squirmed helplessly, her thigh, hip, and arm rubbing against Beth's.
Her ankles jerked against the restraining ropes, and the armchair creaked
and moved a little. Just a little, though, since even Tammi's muscular
legs weren't strong enough to move the heavy oak chair over the thick
plush carpet. Her hands writhed, fingers splaying and then balling into
tight, shaking fists, as Danni feathered her tender boobies.

"Tickle, tickle!" Beth crooned in Tammi's ear. Tammi spared her a mean
look with watery eyes, before shutting them and laughing uncontrollably
for the fifteen minutes Danni tickled her. Becky stood over the bound
girls and watched, smiling happily.

When it was over, Tammi's armpits trickled with sweat and her nipples were
puckered and swollen. Danni got off her and handed the feather to Becky,
who sat crosslegged next to the captives while Danni took up her position
in the center of the room. "My turn. Now, Tammi and Bethie,
remember--speed is everything."

Beth's brown eyes were glued to Danni, her deductive abilities honed to a
razor edge by the fear of tickling. Tammi's eyes were red, and she still
trembled a little, but she was equally attentive.

Danni sat down, hitched her knees up to her chest, and stared at the wall.

"TV!" Tammi said. "You're watching TV!"

Beth panicked. She had no idea what Danni was doing.

Danni picked up a handful of air, aimed it at the wall, and punched an
unseen button with her thumb.

"Now you're changing channels!" Beth said. "You're using a remote control!"

"Tammi said it first," Becky said, scooching down to their feet.

Beth watched her scooch, and said, "No! No, this isn't fair! How could I
know she was supposed to be watching TV?"

"Danni always has that vacant look when she watched TV, especially the
news," Tammi said, pleased with herself and relieved.

"Well, I don't know that! I haven't lived with her for all my life! Becky,
don't--please, don't! It's not fair--hee hee hee heeeeeee! Hah ha ha ha ha
ha ha haaaaa!"

Becky brushed the very tip of the feather along the row of Beth's toes,
and once again her laughter filled the house. She spasmed, and her ankle
twisted and turned in the ropes holding it to the chair leg, but Danni
tied solid knots, and her bare feet were held for Becky to play with. She
teased the feather's filamentous edge all along both sets of toes until
Beth's protests dissolved into splintered laughter, then drew tiny
pictures on the bottoms of her feet. When tears leaked from her eyes,
Becky knew she was doing something right, and used two fingers to spread a
big toe away from its compatriots. Then she applied the edge of the plume
again, this time to the soft, pink webbing between the toes.

Tammi managed to grasp one of Beth's hands in her own, and said
tauntingly, "Koochie, koochie, koo! It goes both ways, doesn't it? Tickly,
tickly!"

"Nooo! Noooo--hee hee hah ah ha ha ha ha haaaaahahahahaha! Not my toes!
N-n-not m-m-m-y tohhhhhzzzz! Hah ahahahahaha ha ha ha hahahahaaa!" Beth
cried as she bucked and turned. Danni sat down in the armchair to which
her hands were tied and watched every wriggle. Beth's head bounced up and
down as she strained against her bonds, and her hips twisted helplessly.
Becky trailed the feathertip down each instep over and over again, raising
Beth's laughter to a high-pitched yowl and making her tootsies dance as if
they were on fire. This went on for fifteen minutes, until Becky put the
feather down. Beth's toes kept wriggled for another minute, until she
calmed down.

"Your turn, Becky," said Danni.

Becky got up and, with the girls on the floor watching every move, mimed
opening a door, going through it, and closing it.

"Opening a door!" Beth said breathlessly. "Going through a door..."

Becky made like she lifted something with one hand. Then, grinning at
Danni, she unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans and undid the zipper.
She peeled them down her hips and let them fall around her ankles.

Tammi smiled and shifted against Beth. "Mmm," she crooned. Beth just
watched, fascinated.

Becky rolled the waistband of her control-top panties down, baring first
her lower belly and then her pubic fur. She pulled her knees together so
she could slip the panties over them, and left them around her feet. Then
she squatted.

"Going potty!" Tammi said.

"Going to the bathroom!" Beth exclaimed.

Becky fingered her clit for a few seconds, and then an amber stream fell
from her peehole. It hit the plush carpet and soaked in, and she peed a
big wet spot between her feet for almost thirty seconds. The stream slowed
and broke into a series of yellow trickles, and finally fine drops that
she shook off with a sexy wriggle of her hips.

Tammi's eyes were alive with lust, and she rubbed her butt against the
floor. Beth didn't know whether to be turned on or revulsed.

"Nice realism," Danni said.

"I really had to go. I've been holding it all morning just for this."
Becky stood and pulled up her pants and panties. While she buckled herself
up, Danni sat down next to Beth. "Sorry, Beth. You're just too slow.
You're not good at charades are you?" Her fingers, bicycling teasingly,
descending towards her belly.

"No! Oh, Danni, not again! Please, not again! I'm trying! Why do you
punish me for trying? Oh--oh-hee hee hee heeeeeee! EEEEEEEEE! Hah ahah ha
ha ha ha--hee hee heee!"

Danni ran her nails back and forth over Beth's tummy, going from one side
to the other, skipping lightly over the twitching skin. She used an index
fingernail to trail a few circles around her belly button on each pass,
then scratched with all five nails down the curve of her side. Beth went
wild, screaming and thrashing, as Danni tickled her way down to her hip
and then went back up onto her tummy. When she started with all ten nails,
Beth bucked insanely, laughter turning silent.

After spreading some baking soda and paper towels over the spot on the
rug, Becky joined in by seating herself on the armchair and using the long
peacock feather to tease her breasts. Beth's face went crimson and beads
of sweat appeared on her forehead and neck. The feather caressed the
topsides of her boobs, went over each engorged nipple, and then down the
undersides. After tickling there, Becky sent the plume back up to her
nipples and flicked it over the swollen nubbins.

Danni's fingers whirled around her navel, then spread her navel open with
two fingers and inserted her forefinger. She dug down deep and wriggled
her finger around. Beth tried to scream, but her lungs were empty. She was
gagged by her own laughter--all she could do was struggle helplessly as
she was tortured on her belly and boobies.

Danni pulled her finger out of Beth's navel and replaced it with her
tongue. This freed her hands so she could tickle her ribs and flanks while
licking and sucking the belly button. Her hands roamed up Beth's bound
body, pinching and diddling, until they reached her armpits. She scratched
the hollows while she probed deep into her navel with her tongue and
tasted the musky moistness at the floor of the dimple.

"Danni! Danni, let her breathe!" Tammi said, watching Beth's face turn the
same shade of deep red it had in the van, just before she had passed out.
"She won't laugh if she faints."

"Spoilsport," Becky said, raising the feather from the bucking boobies for
a second. Danni stopped her armpit titillation, and Beth gratefully sucked
in a chestful of air. She giggled incessantly, as Danni continued licking
her navel, and when her color returned to something close to normal, they
started again. Becky feathered her midriff, just below the breasts, while
Danni eat out her navel while tickling her flanks.

Tammi's clitty was turgid and demanding in her pussy, and she squirmed
desperately, trying to rub herself off against her own thighs. Beth's
hysterical laughter and twisting struggles were an aphrodisiac for Tammi,
who longed to join the tickling, and add her own fingers and tongue to
Beth's torment. But she was tied as helplessly as Beth was, and try as she
might, the tautness to which her body was stretched kept her from working
up enough friction against her inner thighs to come. She moaned, toes
flexing in frustration, and watched and felt and listened to Beth's
ticklish suffering.

Tammi couldn't see a clock from where she was, but it seemed it went on
for almost an hour. To Beth, it was an eternity. When Danni and Becky
finally stopped, her head spun and her nipples pulsed and her clit
throbbed. She flushed from her head down to her breasts. She didn't know
how she'd managed to hold her water.

"All right, that was fun, wasn't it?" Danni said, patting Beth's
disarrayed hair. She kissed her. "You're such a tickly girl! You're so
much fun to play with!" After another kiss, Danni got that devious look
again. "Hey, Becky, I don't really think this game is fair to Tammi."

"What do you mean?"

"Yah, what the hell do you mean?" Beth demanded. "She's got he advantage,
knowing you two like she does. She knew the TV one 'cause she knows you -"

Danni clamped her hand over Beth's mouth. "I think we oughta give Tammi a
better chance to win the next round."

"'Kay. What do you want to do?"

"Go get my bandana out of my bag."

Beth's eyes rounded. "Mmm! Mm!" she said under her hand.

Becky returned with Danni's red-and-black bandana, which Danni used to gag
Beth. Beth's eyes were almost pathetic in their imploring, but Dnani
ignored them. "'Kay," she said, getting up.

Beth looked over at Tammi, who only smiled at her.

"Watch me, Beth," Danni said.

Beth flopped her head over to watch, dejected.

Danni lay down on the carpet, clear of the stain, and slowly opened her
jeans. She locked eyes with Tammi, and slithered a hand down into her fly,
slipping her fingers under the waistband of her panties. Her fingers
showed as bulges in the pink fabric which worked back and forth as she
started to rub herself.

Tammi looked into her sister's eyes, saw the love and lust that was there,
and wished she wasn't tied down so she could hop onto her and grind her
aching clitty against hers.

"Ohhh," Danni breathed, rolling her head over, only to roll it back and
look at Beth. Her fingers accelerated their circlular motions, and Danni's
back arched off the floor. "Ooooooo," she moaned. "Feels so good..."

Beth's eyes were wide and staring, seeing something she'd never seen
before. She flushed with embarrassment, but realized her own clit was
responding to the sight of Danni playing with herself, swelling even more
and becoming urgent in its building desire.

"Hhhh, hhh, hah!" Danni stroked harder and harder, and her hips raised up
to meet her fingers. Her eyes closed, and her nipples poked her flannel
shirt. With one hand in her pants, she hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt with
the other, pulled it open to bare her breasts, and cupped one. She
squeezed it, almost like she was milking it, and ran her thumb across the
nipple.

As Beth watched, her own hips started gyrating, and her hipbone bumped
into Tammi's as her hips writhed. After a few minutes, both girls were
twisting helplessly in arousal. Becky unzipped her own pants again and
masturbated as Danni approached orgasm.

Danni brought herself to the edge and held herself there, prolonging her
pleasure. She twirled a single fingertip over her throbbing clit while she
squeezed and pulled on her boob, pinching the nipple, until she was on the
knife edge of the moment before orgasm. Her breath was staggered and fast,
her face was covered with perspiration, and her butt pounded the floor.
She teased herself for almost five minutes, savoring the almost
maddeningly amount of arousal she subjected herself to, then finally
squeezed her clit between her thumb and forefinger.

Her clitty erupted into a starburst of piercing feminine ecstasy that ran
through her body, lighting up her nervous system. "Ahhhhhhh! Hhhhhh-
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, G-G-God! Yes! YES! Hhhhhhhaaaahhhhhh!" She bucked up
and her body went rigid, trembling as orgasm swept through her. Her
breasts jiggled in her hand as she arched up and up, then slowly came back
down until her butt rested on the floor and she lay, spent and satisfied.

Becky almost fell off the chair when she came a moment later. "Hhhhooo!
That was great, Danni! You sexy redheaded girl...best realism yet!"

"Th-thanks," Danni said, sitting up. She wiped her forehead, buttoned her
shirt, and zipped up her pants, which were now stained in the crotch with
her pussy juices. "So, what did I just do?"

Tammi smiled. Beth shook her head and strained against the gag. "Mmmm! Hm,
hmmmmm! Mmmm!"

"You just played with yourself," Tammi leisurely said. "You just
masturbated. You just brought yourself off. You just--"

"I get the idea, Tammi."

"Good! Now maybe you'll do the same for me?"

Danni smirked at her bound sister. "Nope."

Tammi twisted by her wrists and ankles. "C'mon, Danni! Please? Pretty
please? I'm so hot!"

Danni shook her head. "You get it later, IF you're a good girl."

"I'll be good! I promise! Just one little cum, please? Pleeeze?"

"Shut up about it, Sis, or I'll tease you some more. How would you like
that, hm?" Danni opened her shirt again and bent low over her. She bounced
on her heels to make her dangling boobs jostle.

Tammi shut her eyes. "'Kay, 'kay! Please, don't! No more!"

Danni buttoned, then straddled Beth, who looked up at her with fear in her
eyes. Becky got off the chair. "Danni, you got to tickle her tummy and
ribs last time. Isn't it my turn? You can do her footsies."

"All right." Danni went down to her feet and Becky straddled. "Have you
ever wondered, Beth," Becky asked as she squeezed her breasts, "what it
would be like to be tickled to death? I wonder a lot. To simply be tickled
until you die...mm, I bet it'd be a horrible way to go, don't you?"

Beth's eyes teared up in anticipation.

Becky's boobie massage immediately turned into tickling. She bent down and
took a nipple in her mouth and lovingly it while sending her fingertips
spidering around the base of the boobie. Beth's breath rasped through her
nose, then turned into giggles muted by Danni's bandana. She trembled, and
her hands worked against the ropes holding them to the chair legs.

Becky continued to suck on the tender nipple and pressed her attack on the
breast under it. She lay her fingers on the outer and inner sides of the
cone and lightly scratched around in circles, barely touching the
sensitive skin, but touching it enough to tickle. Beth struggled under
her, to no effect, and Becky swirled her tongue around the pulsing bud.
Her fingers tapped and rubbed and pinched, and Beth twisted in her taut
ties, trying to get her ticklish breasts away from her.

Danni got down on her elbows at Beth's wriggling feet. She gently kissed
the tip of each toe in turn, leaving tiny lip-shaped saliva pools on the
pink digits. She kissed her way through both sets of tootsies twice, then
took a pinky toe between her thumb and index finger. It wriggled in her
grip, and all the toes trembled when she extended her tongue and ran it
over the tiny ball. Beth yelped through the gag. "Mmmhhhh! NNNNNMMMMM!"

Danni sucked the tootsie into her mouth and nursed on it for five minutes,
nibbling it with her teeth and caressing it with her tongue. Then she went
to the next one and treated it likewise. It took her almost half and hour
to suck and lick her way up to the big toe, which she ate while running
her nails over the sole of agonized footsie. Once done with that piggie,
she switched to the other foot, and did the same to its toes.

The stretched muscles in Beth's thighs spasmed and pulled her kneecaps
tight against her knees. Her tummy tightened and her arms jerked against
their ropes and they did their business. Tammi watched, rapt, as the
chestnut-haired girl was mercilessly tickle-tortured for the next hour.
She twisted and turned, and the tendons in her neck stood out as her
laughter strained against the confining gag. Her hips repeatedly banged
against Tammi's, which only served to further arouse the already over
excited redhead. Tammi felt like she was going to pee if she didn't get
some relief soon.

They tickled her for over an hour. Becky switched back and forth between
the boobies, sucking and biting the nipples while tickling the tits. After
about forty-five minutes, she used the feather on them. She brushed it all
over them, and took side trips up to her armpits and down her ribs on
either side. During that time, Danni used her nails on both feet at once.
Beth's sanity cracked again, and finally her bladder let loose and drained
itself in wild, shaking bursts of steaming golden pee. It was only then
that they stopped.

She hiccupped for a while, then dozed, exhausted. Danni and Becky got up,
and while Becky put down some more baking soda, Danni whent to a hall
closet.

Tammi desperately wished someone would rub or lick her off. The itch in
her clit was driving her crazy, and the heat in her pussy was making her
dizzy. "Becky, now that you're done, maybe you could--"

"'Kay, here's our next game!" Danni said, bouncing back into the living
room with a Monopoly set. She knelt next to Beth and Tammi and shook Beth
awake. "You know how to play Monopoly, don't you?"

Beth blinked her red, watery eyes. "What?' she murmured.

"Monopoly." Danni held the box up so she could see it. "You know how to
play?"

"Yah," Beth said, too dazed to say anything else.

"Good! We'll have lotsa fun. We're gonna play Ticklish Monopoly!"

Tammi groaned, Becky giggled, and Beth shut her eyes in despair.

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