Chapter 1: Miss Lisa (Part 2)

As Miss Lisa slowly glides toward Heather, Heather begins to panic.

“Please don’t do this! I don’t want to be tickled!” Heather begs. Miss Lisa continues to move toward her restrained form and places her hands on Heather’s bare, now trembling tummy.

“You don’t?” Miss Lisa teases, gently dragging her fingernails across the girl’s already giggling body.

“Please,” Heather begs once more.”

“Then, how about we make a deal? I’ll let you go, but you have to help me tickle your friends until I tell you to stop,” Miss Lisa demands fiendishly. Heather looks around at her friends who look nervously back at her. They know how ticklish she is, but had no idea she was so terrified of being tickled. Heather looks questioningly at Anna, almost asking permission to be released and accept Miss Lisa’s offer. Anna nods her head slightly.

“I’ll do it,” Heather agrees, relieved she escaped the tickling and somewhat excited to tickle her friends who got her into this mess in the first place.

As Miss Lisa unties Heather, she offers Heather a choice, “Which friend of yours receives the torture next, then, my dear?”

“Umm…” Heather ponders. Lucy is already breathing heavily from her tickle torture, but her figure just begs to be tickled more. Anna already suffered at their hands during her party last time, but she was a fun victim. Meanwhile, Emily and Kristen have both avoided being tickled so far. Kristen came up with this stupid idea, but Heather had a different idea for her. Emily also looked rather vulnerable in her cute monokini and with her fair skin trembling slightly from anticipation.

“Emily,” Heather declares as she points to the pale, freckled girl tied to the table across from her.

“Delightful,” Miss Lisa comments, walking over to the wall and grabbing a feather duster from one of the hooks. Heather walks toward Emily and places her hands on Emily’s bare sides. Miss Lisa approaches the side of the table and pulls some kind of release on it, causing the table to lie down flat with Emily still tied to it. She’s now positioned horizontally with the ground, arms still tied straight above her head and ankles restrained with her legs in a Y pattern with the rest of her body.

“Let us begin,” Miss Lisa menacingly commands as she dips the feather duster toward Emily’s pale, soft feet. As the feather duster makes contact with her bare soles, Heather also begins lightly tickling Emily’s sides with her freshly manicured fingernails.

Emily, unlike Lucy, immediately begins squirming and giggling with ticklish glee. Her giggles pour from her lips uncontrollably as Miss Lisa flicks the feather duster across her right sole while using her long fingernails on Emily’s left sole, both feet ridiculously ticklish and twitching from side to side. Heather’s tickling feels relentless, but also gentle, causing the slightest giggles to bubble out from the normally quiet girl.

As Emily squirms and her torturers tickle, Anna, Lucy, and Kristen watch the fun. Anna is understandably nervous for her turn with the tickle-fiends, and Kristen is unable to contain her excitement, her eyes wide and her smile even wider as she watches her poor friend be tickled so mercilessly. Emily’s pale, gorgeous feet spastically jerk this-way and that-way, but they can’t escape Miss Lisa’s tickling fingers. She truly is a master of the art of tickle torture.

Heather has learned a few tricks as well, lightly tickling up and down, from Emily’s bare, smooth armpits to her bare, soft sides, causing Emily’s arms to pull uselessly against her restraints as she gushes with laughter.

“Ok! Hahahaha, please no more! Hahahaha,” Emily please through ticklish laughter, unable to take much more.

Suddenly, Miss Lisa changes tactics and drops the feather duster to tickle Emily’s toes with her fingers. She moves just underneath them, where they meet Emily’s soles, and tickles away, causing Emily’s constant giggles to erupt into erratic laughter and gasps for breath. Emily quickly goes from squirming to violent thrashing from Miss Lisa’s ruthless tickle torture. Her back arches off the table as she screams for Miss Lisa to stop tickling her toes.

But Miss Lisa tickles away. As if she didn’t even hear the poor girl’s plea.

Anna blushes and looks away, petrified of being tickled like that, but knowing full well it is coming. Kristen can’t pull her eyes away from the beautiful sight, enjoying the adamant struggling of the ticklee who can’t escape the tickle torture. She even closes her eyes to relish the ticklish laughter and the constant teases from Emily’s pitiless ticklers.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Emily,” Heather teases. “It looks like you are super ticklish… right… here!” Heather moves her fingers from Emily’s sides to her bare thighs, tickling deep into the muscle there. She can almost wrap a hand around Emily’s small thighs, but she settles on the muscles and tickles away, causing Emily’s back to arch again as her ticklish laughter renews to an even greater degree than before.
As Emily’s exposed toes are tickled until she cries, Heather begins tickling all up and down her thighs and hips, trying the new spot she learned from Miss Lisa’s tickle torture of Lucy. Emily is incredibly sensitive all along her prominent hipbones, and Heather makes sure to exploit it, bringing forth the beautiful music of her ticklish laughter and pleas for the tickling to end.

Miss Lisa walks to the wall again and pulls down a handful of small feathers. She drops all but two and walks back to Emily, preparing for more tickle time. She takes one feather in each hand, and runs them like sawblades in between each of Emily’s terribly ticklish toes. Emily clenches her toes together and Miss Lisa drops one feather and uses her free hand to hold Emily’s toes a little separated while she tickles in between with the feather. Emily is babbling incoherently, begging for her to stop tickling and for Heather to let her go. But both ladies continue their tickle torture until they are satisfied with Emily’s inability to speak.

After so much tickle torture, Emily is eventually unable to do anything other than laugh. No pleas. No struggling. She has resigned herself to being tickled for the rest of her life. Heather and Miss Lisa have mercy after a few more minutes of tickling her sides and soles, and they walk back to the center of the tables.

“Now…” Heather begins. “Who’s next?”

- To Be Continued -