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Arab Tickle Torture
Anita was reading when Lison burst into the apartment. She did seem
somewhat upset, but Lison was always upset about something, so Anita
didn't really worry. They had had lots of fun since what Anita
referred to as the "lipstick incident". As Lison entered the living
room, Anita, whose huge dark taupe stockinged feet were resting on the
coffee table, started to wiggle her toes. It was how Anita or Lison
signalled the presence of a pair of pretty ticklish feet, theirs, very
willing to be attacked. But Lison didn't notice and just slumped
herself into the couch, right next to Anita.
"OK, now what's wrong Lison", said Anita, digging slightly her nails
into Lison's thin and sheer blouse, over her touchy belly.
"Eeeeeeh, nooooo, I got enough tickling for today", answered Lison,
while pushing Anita's hands away.
"You did? What, just a few tickles here and there? Big deal.
"Not just a few tickles. I got tickled tortured by these two girls at
work."
"Yeah, right", answered Anita, as she starts to tease Lison's ears.
"Stop that, I'm telling, it's true", screamed back Lison.
"Calm down, now. Just tell me what happened".
"Well, you know we're working in cubicles or phone booths all laid out
in rows of seven. I was speaking with these two Arab girls, who are
fairly new, one on my left the other on my right when suddenly the
conversation turn to my tank top and the fact that my lower back and
belly were bare. So, they "took upon them" to show me the punishment
inflicted to those bad girls who dared expose themselves in such a
fashion. And before I could say anything, their hands were softly
caressing my lower back, scratching my delicate skin. I immediately
slumped forward on my desk under the tickles, and begged them through
my giggles to stop, but they wouldn't. They were tickling just enough
for me to feel it, but not enough for me to explode into laughter. It
was awful, my back was itching, and I could feel it twitching. Both
their hands were running so gently, going under my tank top, and
teasing my spine. Then, I felt a hand grab one my ankles, and pull my
leg backward. One of them had stopped tickling my back, and had
lifted my leg unto her lap. As she ever so slowly slipped my shoes
onto the floor, she said that after such a delicious warm up, they
needed something meatier to play with. I looked just as my shoe fell
to the floor and I felt a breath of fresh air caress my exposed sole.
I told them not to tickle my feet, that they were so horribly ticklish
that a feather could easily tickle me through my pantyhose, and a
single touch was going to make me scream, but they said they had
experience with very ticklish soles like mine. Aissa, that's the name
of one of the girls, picked up some her long and silky black hair, and
very delicately applied it on my grey hosed foot, just above the arch.
I gasped audibly and tried to escape her sister's grip, her name is
Bibi, but there's nothing I could do, and I slumped back onto my desk,
giggling audibly, squealing silently as the hair tickled my
nylon-covered skin. Finally, when Bibi got a call, she had to let go
of my foot and I was able to put it back into my protective shoe. I
made sure that they couldn't tickle me like that for the rest of the
day, even if they made mocked gestures of tickling me."
Anita had to admire Lison's way of telling stories. She put just the
right touch of excitement in it. Anita almost felt like she was there
looking at Lison's wrinkled sole being teased by that girl's hair.
"Come on now Lison. You know now how you love being tickled", said
Anita jabbing a lonely fingernail into one of her soft underarm.
Lison squealed deliciously, and moved away from the tantalising touch.
"By you, yes, not just by anybody who happens to have an itchy set of
long fingernails and other tickling implements. I really want to get
back at these girls."
"Well, let's think of a way to do that then," answered a mischievous
Anita.
***
Anita had been driving for a while now. Next to her was Lison and in
the back seats were the two Arab sisters, Aissa and Bibi.
Aissa was a petite girl with long silky black hair, a cute figure, and
short but slender legs clad in pair of dark nude hose whereas her
sister, Bibi, was a tall girl with beautiful long legs, delicately
enclosed into a pair of sexy teal-coloured stockings, and small but
pointy breasts. Anita had trouble concentrating with Bibi crossing
her legs and dangling her shoe off her tealed sole. She could almost
distinguish the huge toe reinforcement.
Anita and Lison had cooked up a plan in which they would drive the
sisters to a pre-arranged location, and punish and tickle them, by
teasing their pantyhosed peds in the car. At least, that's what they
had in mind. But, it wasn't to be.
When they arrived to the location, a dark abandoned parking lot at the
outskirts of the city close to where they lived, Anita stopped the car
and turn around to face the two sisters who were sitting in the back
seats.
"Well, girls, so I hear that you enjoyed tickling Lison the other
day?"
"Yes, very much so, answered Aissa. She was…disrespectful in her
choice of clothes, and we showed her what happens to misbehaving girls
like her."
"Her feet were deliciously ticklish," added Bibi.
Well, maybe your feet are deliciously ticklish as well, Bibi," said an
angry Lison.
"Did you bring us out here to tickle us?" asked an incredulous Aissa.
"Yes, we will tie you up, and tease you, looking for every bit of
ticklish skin you have, until you say you're sorry. Now if you would
like to make this easy on you and take off your shoes, and let us tie
you. And don't try to resist. We're stronger than you are.", said
Anita
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, you're really funny, Anita. Do you really think we
will willingly take off our shoes and place our feet on your lap so
you can make us laugh like little girls?"
"Yes, or we will make you." threatened Anita
Oh well, then, I guess we have no choice. Bibi, take off your shoes,
and be as kind as to show your feet to our guest."
Before Anita could react, a beautiful foot, clad in very thin
teal-coloured nylon was dangling in front of her face, toes slowly
wiggling, and grazing her nose. For an instant, she was paralysed.
From the corner of her eyes, she could see that Lison was surprised as
well. But, Anita was starting to regain her senses. This foot was
gonna get tickled, not matter what.
But, poor Anita didn't know what hit her when she felt something being
sprayed on her neck. Some liquid. Instantly, Anita was driven nuts
with extremely uncomfortable itches. She started to scratch herself
profusely, and also saw Lison doing the same thing. She felt someone
pull her blouse out of her skirt, and felt the cool sensation liquids
make on contact with skin on the small of her back. Instantly, itches
appeared, and she just went nuts.
Lison was jumping up and down as furious itches were running rampant
on her lower back, and her neck. She didn't know where to scratch
herself. She couldn't reach out to the violent sensations. Her minds
were filled with painful and persistent itching sensations, as she
thought her entire body was on fire.
"Well, look at those cuties who were supposed to tickle us, Bibi.
Aren't they cuter like this, made totally powerless by that wonderful
little product of ours?"
"I agree, now let's prepare them for their long-awaited punishment".
Anita was carried to the passenger seat, and dropped next to Lison,
who was still jumping up and down in agony. How easily were their
feet tied to the steering wheel of the car, the exact same place Anita
and Lison had planned to tie Aissa's and Bibi' delicate soles. How
humiliating.
When Aissa and Bibi finished tying their hands up over their heads to
the rear door handle, Anita and Lison were powerlessly restrained,
their most delicate ticklish spots eventually exposed. The itching
was also subsiding slowly.
"So now, what were you saying about tickling us poor things?" asked
Aissa innocently.
"What do you think you're doing, let us go you brats." screamed Anita.
"Shut up, honey, you're in our power and we're going to show you what
happens to ticklish girls when they misbehave", said Bibi.
"You know, Bibi, I think they need a bit of a lesson, especially that
Anita girl. She talks too much. Shut her up."
Bibi, again slipped her foot off her shoe, and placed her nyloned sole
over Anita's mouth, effectively shutting her up. But, Anita then
swirled her tongue over the delicate sole, tickling the soft brownish
skin underneath.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, it tickles," said Bibi.
"So, you wanna play, Anita. Well, let's start your punishment then",
said Aissa.
Aissa sat down where Anita's and Lison's feet were tied. Their
protective shoes, a pair of blue high heels for Anita and a pair of
black flat shoes for Lison, were still covering their sensitive foot
bottoms. She slowly took off one of Lison's shoes, then the other.
Lison was convinced that she was going to deposit her longs nails
across her sensitive soles, forcing her to laugh outright. But
instead, Aissa pulled out that dreadful spray and waved it in front of
the lucious soles.
"Oh no, oh no, please don't, tickle me, tickle me, torture me instead,
please no, not this on my soles again. You said you wouldn't.
Nooooo…"
Aissa slowly sprayed the smooth nyloned surface gleefully, instantly
making Lison squeal and bounce up and down in itching agony. She then
put back Lison's shoes on her itching feet, securing them with a small
bit of rope, so that Lison wouldn't be able to scratch her itching
soles with her own feet.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, nooooooooooooo, haaaaaaaaaa, heeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
somebody scratch meeeeeeeeeee, pleeeeeeeeeeeese", squealed Lison, as
she bounced up and down her feet, hitting her head against the top of
the car, in delicious agony.
Isn't it wonderful, Anita, to look at your friend suffer like that.
Soon it will be your turn", said Aissa, slowly taking off the blue
high heels to reveal two huge taupe nyloned soles, with reinforced
toes, wriggling in despair.
"You…you …you wouldn't dare…no, not this, not on my feet, please
anything. I'll tell you my most ticklish spots, all my weaknesses,
anything but that concoction on my delicate soles", begged Anita, but
to no avail, as Aissa began to spray the devilish liquid over her huge
sole surfaces.
"We already know all your tickling weaknesses Anita, courtesy of
Lison. You see she didn't tell you we brought her to our place to
tickle torture her so we could find out more about you. When we saw
the two of you together tickling each other in your car one day, we
knew we had to tickle you. It's our speciality. Tickle girls who
went astray, and who misbehave, just like you did. It's so much fun.
In itching agony already, Anita pulled on her bonds to try to escape
and scratch her huge sole surface. She now understood why Lison said
"not again" when she saw the bottle. Looking at her soles from afar,
and feeling the gradual effect of the liquid as Aissa sprayed it from
the tip of her toes to her heels, Anita was sure that Aissa applied
more of this dreadful mixture on her delicate feet than she had on
Lison's. She gave up, instantly, well before Aissa put her shoes back
on her feet, securing them with rope.
"Noooo, noooo, nooo, mercy, mercy, nooooooooo. I'll be a good girl,
I'll do anything, pleeeese scratch my soles, noooooo, heeeeeeeeee",
squealed Anita.
"See Bibi, how it is easy to reduce two proud Western girls to pudding
simply by teasing them a little bit. See how quickly they give up
under pressure. They have absolutely no pride, no resistance."
"That's true Aissa. Mmmm, I wonder how resistant this spot here",
said Bibi, sliding her very sharp nails into Anita's underarms.
Anita nerve endings exploded in joy at Bibi's accurate touches, and
Anita was totally powerless to prevent herself from exploding into
laughter
"Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
sthaahaahaap, pleeheeheeheese, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah."
"Kootchy-kootchy, bad Occidental girl, feel the wrath of my sharp
nails, and laugh", declared Bibi, as she gently dug her fingers
through the nylon blouse, fluttering her fingers quickly into the soft
hollow.
"Nhahahahahah, pleeeheeheehaahaahaase, no mohohohohohre, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah", laughed a totally powerless Anita as
the tickling and the itching intertwined to cause her to lose total
control. Anita had always thought she had good control, but that Bibi
had the way to tickle skin that just drove her nuts…or was it the
mixture sprayed on her soles that was weakening her, distracting her.
Lison was looking, still in itching agony, to Anita having her armpit
so perfectly tickled by a cruel and efficient Bibi. Her own left
underarm was right next to Anita's right armpit. It was only a matter
of minutes, no seconds, until Bibi…
Wild sensations appeared on the delicate armpit, as Lison watched in
ticklish horror Bibi move her long fingernails into her outstretched
underarms right through her thin silk blouse. Lison screamed, her
mind confused by the itching and by the tickling. Her resistance to
tickling had always been low, but now it was non-existent. It was
like when they brought her to their place. They used that awful thing
on her feet. Three times. She thought she was going to go nuts. How
quickly did she give in. Just like now, as her usual raucous,
powerful laughter came instantly out of her mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah", laughed Lison.
She had never felt so helpless to resist tickling, even from Anita who
was a great tickler.
"Kootchy-kootchy, Lison, kootchy-kootchy-koo, don't you like feeling
my fingernails dance in your armpits? Don't you remember how I made
them dance in there before?", teased Bibi, a mischievous and cruel
smile etched on her face. She obviously found it extremely
pleasurable to tickle both girls and make them weak and giggly. She
dug her fingernails deep into the quivering flesh, as Lison tried to
distract her mind from the tickling and the itching.
Fortunately, or was it, really, the itching was subsiding, and was now
simply disturbing in Lison's opinion. But the tickling was
unbearable. Bibi knew just how to tickle effectively and cruelly.
Then Lison happened to look at Aissa who was at her feet…, slipping
her shoes off, drawing her sharp nails over her ultrasensitive soles.
Lison tried to prepare herself, but she knew that nothing could
prepare her for the explosion of tickling sensations that twirled over
her soles at the exact points where Aissa had deposited her nails.
Like last time, not only had that concoction given her incredible
itches, but it had also, sensitized her soles like they had never been
before.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, haaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, heeeeee,
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", screamed Lison, pulling so hard on
her bonds that she thought she would pull the steering wheel off the
dashboard. Aissa and Bibi were concentrating solely on her, Bibi
attacking both her underarms with her mischievous fingernails, and
Aissa inserting her fingers right through the thin gray hose, to reach
the ticklish skin underneath. Soon her screams and squeals turned
into pure laughter.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah, laughed poor Lison who, without any let-up, turned
beet red in a few minutes. What an incredible torture. Her underarms
attacked, her feet assaulted for long minutes. Nowhere to go. Soon
she tired and was an easy prey for Aissa and Bibi nails. Even her
feet went limp, ankles tired from twitching, toes tired from
wriggling.
Aissa thought there were nothing like the beautiful narrow arches of
Lison. Her ticklishness was delicious and her nylons were incredibly
soft, and of an attractive colour…but come to think of it not as
attractive as Anita's incredible taupe hose.
Slipping her shoes off, she saw her soles, for now immobile and
slightly wrinkled, waiting for the excitement they knew they deserved.
The toes, quite big, looked like fleshy popsicles, just waiting to be
eaten. The skin looked soft and uncalloused. At that moment, Bibi
decided to pay more attention to Anita's armpits, lying there,
unprotected. Oh, what a beautiful laughter came out of Anita newly
tortured soul. She didn't even resist, or beg. Aissa was glad to see
that both girls were now completely helpless. They would learn their
lesson. And if they didn't, well…
"Now, Anita, said Aissa looking straight at the huge tickling surface,
it's your turn to have your feet tickled. Laugh, now, honey. I know
how much you like it. You can thank me later."
"Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, noooo, naaaaa,
naaaaa, I can't, naaaaa, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah", she laughed at the tickling influence the sisters were
having on her. She could almost feel each and every nail penetrate
her blouse or her smooth pantyhose, she could almost feel every point
of contact with her very ticklish skin. Her feet, especially, seemed,
felt more ticklish than usual. Had that concoction truly sensitized
her soles to the point where a single fingernail could be deliciously
felt or was it just a tactile illusion. It didn't matter. Never had
Anita been so perfectly tortured. These girls were true tickle
experts. A simple look at Lison made her see how she could spill the
beans so easily about everything. She looked exhausted, dazed…but
still somehow happy? Perhaps tickled Anita was just imagining things.
"Come on, Anita. We know you love every minute of it. Oh, your soles
are so smooth. You must tell me the make of nylons you wear.
Kootchy-kootchy-koo, Anita. Let me see how ticklish you truly are."
"Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah,
aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah", answered Anita joyfully.
"Come on Bibi, come join me here. I think you'll agree that the view
is beautiful", quipped Aissa, as she paid more attention to Anita's
ticklish toes.
Immediately, Bibi moved down Lison's legs and attacked the soles of
her stockinged with renewed optimism, digging her sharp nails in
between each of her toes in no particular order, simply to make her
[ ]suffer and laugh.
"Don't you like to hear those two Western girls laugh like that.
Don't you like the echo of their uninterrupted laughter in the car.
Just listen to it. Listen…
"Aah-ha, aah-ha, aah-ha, aah,ha, ha,ha, aah, aah, ha, aah, ha-aah,
ha-aah, aah, ha, ha, ha, aah, ha, aah-ha, ha-aah, ha-aah, aah-ha,
aah-ha, aah,ha, ha,ha, aah, aah, ha, aah, ha-aah, ha-aah, aah, ha, ha,
ha, aah, ha, aah-ha, ha-aah, ha-aah, aah-ha, aah-ha, aah,ha, ha,ha,
aah, aah, ha, aah, ha-aah, ha-aah, aah, ha, ha, ha, aah, ha, aah-ha,
ha-aah, ha-aah", laughed both girls for the next ten minutes, until
Anita feel down between the seats from laughing too much.
Anita was so exhausted from laughing that she fell down into the
narrow space between the seats, and it seemed to her than the more
Aissa was tickling her, the more she was ticklish. She had almost
totally lost control of all her functions. She only thought of
laughing…when she suddenly felt her hands coming lose.
The bonds holding her hands to the rear door handle had indeed come
loose…and Aissa or Bibi hadn't noticed. But tickled like that, and
with her feet still tied, there was nothing that Anita could do and
she knew it very well. Only when she felt something under her butt,
did she realize that her precarious situation, as well as Lison's, may
not be so precarious after all.
That object that she felt was the spray that Aissa had used on their
soles, and it didn't take long for Aissa to figure out what she had to
do. If Bibi hadn't been asked to tickle Lison's soles, what she was
now doing with glee, Anita quickly-thought plan would have failed.
All it took was a simple spaying of Aissa and Bibi's lower backs.
Through their thin blouses, the liquid had indeed the desired effect.
Both girls suddenly had that urge to scratch themselves, as they eeked
in itching pleasure.
The tickling stopped at last. In itching discomfort, Bibi and Aissa
had other things to do. Pushing them aside, Anita succeeded in
getting onto the seat. Ropes undone, ropes redone. When everything
was finished, Bibi, who was taller than her sister, was sitting on the
seat, and Aissa was actually on top of her, but falling slowly towards
the gap in between the seats. Their feet were now tied to the steering
wheel, and their hands were tied far behind their heads, much tighter
than hers or Lison's had been. Lison was slowly recuperating on the
back seat.
"So, I guess the shoe is on the other foot now", said a triumphant
Anita.
"How do you dare Western girl to put us in that position. You will
untie us immediately and resume your position so we can discipline you
some more", screamed Aissa, pulling hard against her bonds.
"No use, Aissa. I made sure that your bonds were very tight, girl.
Now let me see how sensitive you are to that wonderful lotion of
yours", said Anita while slowly slipping off Aissa and Bibi's shoes.
"Nooo, noo, don't you dare, screamed Bibi as she felt the fresh air
caress her warm soles, and toes. Mercy, mercy. I'll do anything you
want. Please nooo."
Aissa feigned to be nonchalant about all this as Anita picked up the
bottle and threateningly approached her stockinged soles, but Anita
could see in her eyes some fear, some apprehension. She took a moment
to admire Aissa's feet. Her dark nude hose were extremely smooth with
no reinforcements visible. The colour of her hose combined with her
dark skin gave her feet and legs that delicious fuzzy colour dark
skinned women have when they wear hose.
"You have beautiful feet Aissa. But enough said", pronounced Anita as
she sprayed the dangerous liquid all over the powerless delicate soles
surface, and also on top of the now madly wiggling feet. The first
contact with the skin was welcomed by screams of itching pleasure by
Aissa who feet and legs started to twitch and pull and wriggle as soon
as the liquid entered in contact with the skin. For good measure and
out of pure cruelty, Anita sprayed the foot bottoms for a good thirty
seconds, putting lots of liquid on Aissa's feet.
Aissa was going nuts, as Anita carefully put her shoes back on, and
tied them with that same bit of rope Aissa had used for her shoes, as
the liquid was doing its delicious work.
Lison looking at this had now enough recuperated to join the show. She
placed herself just above the extremely exposed underarms of Aissa and
Bibi, and started to slide her nails ever so gently across the
hopefully, no, extremely ticklish surface. Bibi exploded into
laughter instantly, unable to control herself, to resist. Through her
itching-induced screams, Aissa seemed affected as well, as she swayed
from left to right, but to no avail, to try to avoid the wiggling
fingers dancing upon her. Lison was going swiftly from Aissa's
underarms to Bibi's underarms making sure they both got well tickled.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle Aissa, tickle, tickle, tickle, Bibi. That's
for tickling my underarms to death that I now insert my own nails into
your flesh at those certain spots with will make you laugh like the
little girls you are. Do you feel them? Does it itch on your feet
Aissa? Poor thing. Well, let me scratch you real hard here that
might do you some good. Then again, maybe, not. Suffer now girls."
How Anita loved the way Lison could tease someone verbally. She could
have listened to her all day, but Bibi's soles begged for some
attention. Without warning, Anita emptied the rest of the bottle on
her long and slender teal hosed soles, paying special attention to the
reinforced toes.
"Haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaa, haaaaaaa, nooooooo, mercyyyyyyyyyyy,
stoooooooop", screamed Bibi as she registered the new sensations
violating her feet. Once Bibi's shoes were slipped back and tied into
place, Anita and Lison pulled back looking at the wonderful spectacle
before them. Aissa was constantly jerking up and down on her buns,
totally out of control, he mind probably filled with those incredible
itches Anita and Lison had been submitted to. Bibi was pulling hard
on her bonds, but soon gave up, a perfect example of twitching
powerlessness, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Unable to resist,
both girls dug their hands gently into both girl navels, and bellies.
New twitches appeared. Bellies heaved gently under the insisting
touches. Was it a bit of laughter that they could hear over their
screams of itching agony? How soft those bellies were.
"Oooooooh nooooooo, it iiiitcheeeees, pleeeeeeeese I wannnaaaaaaaaa
scratch, oooooooh, aaahhh", started to beg Aissa.
"Oh we'll scratch you alright. In a few minutes I suspect you'll beg
us to stop scratching", answered Lison.
"Oooooooh nooooooooo, nooooooo, I'm soooo, aaaaaah, ticklish,
nooooooo, mercyyyyyy, pleeease, noooooooo, tiickle my sister", begged
a taken over Aissa. All that cold interior had vanished under the
efficient itching torture that was applying itself on her arches and
toes.
"You are weak, Aissa, spat Anita. You're are so weak So is your
sister. You should look at yourselves now. Two weak Arab girls
twitching and bouncing, all tied up. Powerless. You both look
delicious. You will be tortured and punished. It's too bad that
bottle is empty. I would spray your soles forever with this until you
faint."
Tired, Aissa and Bibi gave up to the itching sensations running
through their feet. As it finally seemed that the itching was
subsiding, they were both surprised to feel renewed sensations,
tickling sensations running up and down their rib cages. With their
blouse pulled up all over their heads, nothing could stop the
onslaught of fingery attacks on their dark skin. Laughter erupted as
soon as it started never to stop again.
"Haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa", exploded Aissa followed not far behind
by the clear laughter of her ticklish sister. Both sisters were
jumping up and down on their buns, excited by the agile finger touches
Anita and Lison were placing on their naked bellies.
"Where are you the most ticklish girls? Tell us? Tell us, or we will
tickle you all night", teased Lison who was approaching the delicate
skin covering both girls armpits. Picking Aissa right armpit and Bibi
left armpit, she attacked them with extreme glee, happy to hear the
laughter of both girls as they were intensely subjected.
"Hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, stooooooop, hee, hee, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, noooo moo-oo-oo-oo-oore,
I'm too-oo-oo teecklish, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", laughed Bibi, as Lison pinched her armpit
skin.
"So am I Bibi, so am I, but that didn't stop you from caressing my
delicate pits as you desired. Now it's my turn to have fun.
Kootchy-kootchy-koo, Bibi. Be ticklish, be very ticklish.
As Bibi and Aissa's underarms were thoroughly teased, Anita had made
short work of their shoes. Their exposed feet were now ready for the
taking.
"Tickle, tickle, Aissa, tickle, tickle, Bibi", said Anita as she
started to knead the delicate stockinged soles with her long nails.
Even though they were already tickled on their underarms, their unique
laughter went up a notch at the new stimulation.
"Haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, mercyy-yy-yy-yy-yy-yy, mercyy-yy-yy-yy-yyaah, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa", was the only answer Aissa
could give to that sweet term. The term announcing the tactile
stimulation of one's body part by some loving fingers. Already tired
by the itching, Aissa toes and body were almost immobile as the
tickling made short work of whatever little resistance she had left.
And when Anita tickled the incredible teal reinforced toe hose that
were covering Bibi's dark skin, her beautiful laughter increased
slightly, especially when Anita inserted her sharp nails in between
her toes, tickling the extremely thin and weak skin covering the sides
of the toes. And she accurately aimed for that region, almost sure
that it would send Bibi nuts. And she came back to Aissa limp soles
and did the same thing, inserting her ten fingers into ten ticklish
toes begging for some torture. And back to ticklish Bibi.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, no-no-no-no-no-no, hee, hee, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ll be-hee-hee a good
girl, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha", laughed a tortured Bibi.
"Mmmm, your toes, Bibi, they are delicious. And so ticklish too. Just
here on the sides, said Anita who, cruelly, tickled Bibi's long and
high arches, just to keep her off guard. The technique worked.
Renewed laughter burst out of Bibi's throat. Then she cruelly dug her
nails into that thin skin surrounding the toes.
At the same time, Lison was having fun looking for ticklish spots on
the girls naked torso. She tickled them through their nylon bra,
testing their breasts sensitivity which seemed average for both girls.
Their ribs were extremely ticklish, as both girls just heaved at the
slightest touch in that area. A simple look at their twitching
tickled belly was enough to make Lison dizzy with excitement. She
could have tickled them there for hours if she had not been attracted
by the thin and smooth material covering their very ticklish feet.
Lison joined Anita in her efforts to turn both girls into jello. She
started scratching their delicate sole surfaces, paying special
attention to the arches and the toes. She gleefully attacked Bibi's
soles, torturing her smooth arches.
"Kootchy-kootchy-koo, Bibi. I want you to laugh, now, honey. Yeah,
that's it just laugh for me. You know how much you love to laugh,
Bibi. You laughed at me while you were torturing me. You were having
fun, weren't you. Now, suffer", teased Lison as she tickled the feet
non-stop.
"No, no, no, no, mercyyyy Lison, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, stop, stop, stop, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, I'll do, ha, ha, ha anything, anything, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, haaaaaaa,
haaaaaa, not my toes, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", begged a
totally submitted Bibi.
"Good girl, but it seems that your sister is not ready to submit yet,
said Anita. Is there a spot I should tickle intensely?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, her little toe, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, her tiny toe, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha",
answered laughingly tickled-controlled Bibi.
As soon as the words went out of her mouth, Anita started scratching
Aissa little toes with interest and was greatly rewarded with her
submission.
"Naaaaaaaaaah, naaaaaaaaah, naaaaaaaah, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, ha-ha-ha give
up, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, anything, anything but this, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa,
haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa",
begged ticklish Aissa.
"We have them, we have them both, Lison. Come on now stop tickling
that 'poor' Bibi. She's gonna faint.
"Mmmmm, but I don't feel like it. I feel like tickling and tickling
and tickling and tickling their feet forever.
Another day, Lison, another day. Let's release them.
When both girls had been released and placed on the back seats where
all that adventure had started, they were, after several minutes of
rest, able to talk somewhat.
"You were lucky girls, just lucky. Just wait until we can't our hands
on your ticklish bodies again, and we'll double-punish you", said
Aissa. She however had lost her sharp tone, and seemed in a much
better mood now.
"You can talk and talk all you want Aissa, but you submitted to us,
that you did", answered Lison.
"It was just a ruse to get you to stop", said Bibi, while putting her
shoes back on.
"And it worked", laughed her sister.
"Well, we'll see about that another time, interrupted Anita. But
there is something I have to know. What is that incredibly wonderful
itching potion you applied on our feet?"
"You liked it?"
"Oh yes."
"You're nuts."
"Well, I'm not nuts, and I think you liked it as well. In fact I
think you LOVED it."
"Oh you have to be kidding."
"I certainly did, interrupted Lison. I never felt so much like a
puppet in my life. It was deliciously painful. And it just wouldn't
stop."
"You're nuts too, said Aissa. There's no way I enjoyed that torture."
"Then why are you so wet from you know where?", asked Anita.
"Uuh, uuh, well…Oh, damn, yes I loved every itching minute of it. I
loved the sensations across my soles and in between my small toes.
There I said it. Happy?"
"What about you, Bibi?", asked a curious Lison.
"Do you have to ask? Every sensations I felt were just going up and
up my legs. I felt so weak. The tickling just finished me off."
"Well, I know that if you had some more now, said Anita looking at the
empty bottle on the car floor, I'd love to play some more with it."
"Do you think I would come here with just one little bottle", said
Aissa, pulling out four more bottles from her purse.
"Now we can apply it on Anita's huge soles and watch her squirm",
laughed Bibi.
"Why my soles?, answered Anita. What about yours? With those
incredible hose covering your ticklish feet."
"No, no, no, said Lison. I got a much better idea."
All three girls looked at her, puzzled.
***
"I don't think that's ever been tried before you know", said Aissa,
with a note a fear in her voice.
"Well, then it'll be a first", answered Lison.
Each girls had their feet very tightly secured to the legs of the
chair they were sitting on. Those stockinged feet were resting in a
big recipient of some sort that was empty right now. The recipient
was itself secured through an intricate systems of ropes to the chairs
where they were sitting in and wasn't going anywhere. Neither were
Lison's, Anita's, Bibi's and Aissa's ticklish feet. And to make sure
that even the chairs wouldn't move they had been tied to each other.
Aissa's, Bibi's and Lison's hands were tied behind their backs.
Anita's left hand was restrained by a pair of handcuffs attached to
the chair. Another pair of handcuffs were holding Anita's right hand.
And to make it worse, these handcuffs were also tied to each other.
It was a lot of stuff tied to each other, indeed. But one thing was
important. Aissa's, Bibi's, Lison's and Anita's perfect stockinged
soles were going nowhere. Neither were they.
"I have a question", said Aissa.
"Which is?", answered Lison.
"How are we going to free ourselves?"
"Aissa, I have absolutely no idea whatsoever."
"OK, that's what I thought, thanks for the answer."
A candle was burning slowly and it finally chewed through that little
piece of rope. Everything happened as it was supposed to. The big
bottle toppled over, and some liquid poured into the recipient.
Lison gasped and screamed as a wave of powerful itches invaded her
sensitive feet. She squirmed, she pulled, but there was no way she
could subtract her feet from the delicious chosen torture. Bibi
screamed from the top of her lungs and actually started to giggle as
the liquid accomplished its devious deed. Aissa had tried to resist,
but her efforts lasted not even a second. She squealed beautifully as
the bottom of her soles were resting perfectly into the dreaded
potion. Anita had also quickly gave in to the stimulation. The liquid
was covering their now itching feet almost entirely. It made its way
through the delicate nylon yarns, not to be stopped, and found every
nook and cranny of delicate skin to stimulate and torture: it gently
pushed in between the madly wiggling toes, that soon stopped wiggling
from tiredness; it gently caressed the arches and the heels and the
balls of the feet, and also, again, the undersides of the toes,
prodding, torturing, itching.
Half an hour later, Lison fainted. It became apparent that it was the
fate awaiting the three other scratchy girls who no longer had the
will to resist. Even worst as their nylons were drenched in the
liquid, it slowly made its way up their legs. Each after another they
fainted in squeals.
When they wake up, the torture will resume. How is it going to end?
The End
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