Theladytickler

This story was requested by a fellow Finnish tickle fetishist on Discord. The initial language was, again, Finnish. I'm assuming most of my early watchers and those who favorited my first story (thank you so much btw!) are fur fans. This story doesn't really include fur that much. At least it doesn't play a crucial role. This story is more tickle torture focused. I've been requested to write sequels to my first story and to this one. I'll see about it in the future. With that being said I hope you like this. I'd really appreciate your feedback so I can keep evolving as a writer so that I may provide even sexier tickle tales for you to enjoy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aleks had heard from his mother's friend, Ivy, that a butler was needed for some kind of exclusive private party for women. The friend was one of the richest people in town, so it would be safe to assume the party would be lavish. He had read

This 'Fairy Tail' story was written by a different author, whom wishes to remain anonymous, as a trade. It is NOT my work, and credit goes to the author, who gave me permission to post it. It involves Jellal being tickled by Ultear and Meredy. F/M and FF/M tickling Jellal's Torturous Interrogation Jellal Fernandes slowly opened his eyes. He had slept soundly. A normally unusual event, considering he trained himself to be aware of his surroundings in his sleep. He tried to move his arms, but they stayed put where they were, clanging against something hard. Realization struck him and shocked him awake. He was lying down on a bed, his hands bound above his head, cuffed to the edges with sealstone. His legs were the same way, bound together by the accursed stone that sealed a wizard's magic. He grunted in frustration. He had let his guard down, curses. His captors could be a myriad of people that were his enemies. The Magic Council? Tartarus? Some disgruntled members of Fairy Tail?

It felt good to be beside a proper fire again. Theo hadn’t been much of a survivalist. The fires he’d built at camp since fleeing the palace had left something to be desired. He was well versed in matters of state, but barely knew how to saddle his own horse, much less set up camp. He could get a fire going, but not much of one, and even then the flame was scarcely strong enough to heat his breakfast. But now he was seated on a big, round, woven rug beside a real fireplace, warming his bones by the hearth. For the first time since leaving home, the prince felt his shoulders drop from beside his ears. The cabin was larger than he’d anticipated from the outside. This made sense, after all, given the size of its occupant. The ground floor was a cozy little space. There was a kitchen to one side, with a potbelly stove and porcelain sink with a leaky faucet. Vegetables rested on a large, wooden cutting board the size of a knight’s shield, carrots, celery, mushrooms. He must have

Hey everyone 😊. Here is after a long time a new story. This time with Kyle, jean and Susan (Jean’s little sister). Have fun with the story 😊: Hello, it's Kyle again. This story happened the week after Lucas and I met my old babysitter, on Thursday. I was at school, hanging out with Jean at recess talking about this and that. Mostly about the next lesson. It was about math. "I'm really curious about how last week's test turned out." She said to me. "Oh yeah, me too. I'm curious to see which one of us got more points." I grinned at her. "Definitely. Especially because of our little bet." She grinned. "You didn't forget about that one, did you?" She asked me. "Of course, I didn't. Whoever gets more points on the test gets to order the loser anything they want until 9 pm after school today. So it's a little like the coupons I did, only modified." I explained again for understanding. "Yeah, right. I'm getting excited." She grinned at me. "Me too." I grinned back. Then the bell rang

This 'My Next Life As a Villainess' story features Katarina Claes servicing the feet of three of the guys from her 'harem', Geordo, Alan, and Nicol. This story delves heavily into foot fetishism, and includes F/M tickling content and foot worship, as well as suggestive themes. Katarina's Foot Harem (F/M) After yet another week of classes at the magic academy, Katarina Claes was all too happy that it was finally the weekend, looking forward to taking it easy. She and her friends had decided to hold a small get-together in one of the private dining areas, of which they made sure to provide plenty of sweets and snacks for the occasion. In addition to the treats, there had been a small mix-up, and instead of the juice that they'd intended to bring, it was wine that had mistakenly been brought along. Katarina had been the first to drink the beverage, and no one had noticed anything amiss until the young woman had drunk her second glass, as everyone else had been sipping on

As the sun set over the suburban neighborhood, Adam found himself perched atop a tall oak tree, wearing nothing but a skimpy blue speedo. His heart raced with excitement as he peered through the fence into the backyard of his teenage crush, Peyton. He watched in awe as she and her friends, Savannah and Bella, splashed around in the pool, their laughter echoing through the warm summer air. Adam couldn't help but admire how pretty they looked, their tanned skin glistening under the setting sun. He felt a surge of anticipation build within him, knowing that he was about to witness something he never thought possible. Just as he was about to climb down from the tree, Adam heard a rustling noise coming from behind him. Startled, he spun around to see Peyton, Savannah, and Bella standing there, glaring at him with anger etched on their faces. "What the hell are you doing here?" Peyton demanded, her voice filled with anger and betrayal. Adam felt a mixture of fear and embarrassment wash over him as he stammered an apology. But before he could say anything else, the girls sprang into action, grabbing him and pinning him against the tree. Savannah and Bella each took one of his arms, holding them tightly behind his back as they manhandled him. Adam struggled weakly against their grip, his face flushed with humiliation. "You creepy perv!" Bella hissed, her eyes blazing with anger. "You've been watching us this whole time!" As they dragged him towards the pool, Adam felt his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear Peyton's voice echoing in his head, "What the hell are you doing here?" The closer they got to the pool, the more nervous he became. He couldn't believe he was about to face his crush and her friends after being caught spying on them. When they finally reached the edge of the pool, Peyton let go of Adam and stepped back, her hands on her hips. Her expression was one of mixed anger and amusement. "Well, well, well," she drawled, "look what we have here. It's our little stalker." Adam felt a hot flush creep up his neck as he realized there was no way out of this situation. The other girls laughed, clearly enjoying the power they held over him. "Oh, this is too good!" Bella exclaimed, still holding onto one of his arms. "You're just asking for it, you perv!" Savannah chimed in, her grip on his other arm tightening. They leaned in closer, their bodies pressed against his as they surveyed the helpless, ticklish boy before them. Adam squirmed and writhed, trying desperately to break free from their grasp. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his brow. He knew he was in deep trouble, and there was nothing he could do to escape the situation. As the girls laughed and taunted him, Peyton stepped forward once again. This time, she walked up to Adam, who was still being held by the other two girls. She looked at his abs, and not being able to resist the urge, she poked his belly. A squeal of laughter escaped Adam's lips as he let out a shriek of ticklishness. His body jerked from the sensation, but the girls' grip held him in place. Savannah and Bella couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their little stalker struggling so helplessly against their grasp. They exchanged knowing glances, a mischievous smile spreading across their faces. Peyton began, "are you ticklish, perv?" She poked Adam's side, eliciting another loud squeal from him. "Oh, please!" Adam blurted out, his face still beet red. "I'm not ticklish!" He tried to sound convincing, but his body betrayed him as it jerked and squirmed under their touch. "See? Nothing!" Peyton arched an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Oh really?" She poked his side again, eliciting another squeal from him. "That doesn't look like nothing to me." Adam squirmed, trying to escape their grasp. "I-I mean, I'm not that ticklish!" he stammered. "Stop it!" Peyton smirked. "Oh really?" She gave his ribs a light poke, causing him to yelp in ticklishness. "That doesn't sound like someone who isn't ticklish to me." Savannah and Bella exchanged amused glances. "Well, I guess we'll just have to find out," Bella said with a sly grin. "Why don't you try tickling him and see what happens?" she suggested, nudging Peyton. Peyton smirked. "Alright, fine." She got down on her knees, ordering the other girls to keep their grip on him as tight as they could. Then, she started spidering her fingers on Adam's cute tummy. At first, he tried to brace himself, but soon enough, he was laughing uncontrollably. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he gasped, squirming and jerking under their grip. "I can't take it!" The other girls couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. Savannah and Bella leaned forward, their bodies pressed against his as they watched the ticklish boy squirm beneath Peyton's touch. "This is priceless!" Bella exclaimed, her laughter filling the air. "I can't believe you're so ticklish!" As Peyton continued to tickle Adam's belly, his laughter became more desperate. "I can't take it! Stop!" He begged, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to contain his laughter. But it was no use; the girls' grip held him firmly in place, and the tickling only intensified. Savannah and Bella couldn't help but laugh hysterically at the sight of their friend's vulnerability. They leaned in closer, their bodies shaking with mirth as they watched Adam squirm helplessly beneath Peyton's merciless fingers. "Oh my God, he's so ticklish!" Bella gasped between fits of laughter. "This is the best revenge ever!" Peyton, meanwhile, reveled in Adam's suffering. She continued to tickle his tummy, relishing the way he convulsed with laughter and begged for mercy. "You like that, huh?" she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. "You like being tickled, perv?" Savannah and Bella could hardly contain their laughter as they watched their friend's antics. They exchanged glances, unable to believe how helpless Adam looked beneath Peyton's ticklish assault. "Oh my God, Peyton," Bella gasped between fits of laughter. "He's so ticklish! It's like he's our personal tickle toy!" As Peyton continued to tickle Adam's tummy, his laughter grew more desperate. "I can't take it! Please stop!" he begged, his voice muffled against the pool's surface as he struggled to breathe. His body squirmed wildly beneath their grip, but they held him firmly in place. Savannah and Bella were doubled over with laughter, unable to contain themselves. "Oh my God, Peyton," Bella gasped between fits of giggles. "He's so ticklish! I didn't know anyone could be this ticklish!" Peyton smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, it looks like we found out," she said with a sly grin, her fingers still spidering up and down Adam's tummy. The poor boy's laughter was becoming more desperate, his body jerking and squirming beneath their grip. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he gasped, tears streaming down his face from the effort of trying not to laugh. Savannah and Bella couldn't help but giggle at his plight. "Oh my God, this is too much!" Bella exclaimed, her breath coming in short gasps. They watched as Peyton continued to tickle Adam mercilessly, her fingers moving faster and faster across his exposed skin. "I didn't know anyone could be this ticklish!" she marveled. Peyton smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, it seems like we found out," she replied, her voice cool and confident. "And now it's time for our little punishment." With that, she turned to the other girls and nodded. Savannah and Bella understood what she meant and quickly moved into action. They each took one of Adam's arms and firmly but gently guided him toward the nearby metal pole. Once they reached it, they carefully positioned his back against the cool, hard surface. Then, Peyton took out the handcuffs and placed them on a nearby table. "Hold him still," she ordered, gesturing for the other girls to keep his arms pinned back. As they held him in place, Peyton returned with the handcuffs, baby oil, and tickle tools. She smiled wickedly as she saw the look of fear and helplessness on Adam's face. "Now, we're going to teach you a lesson," she said, her voice cold and cruel. "From now on, you'll think twice before spying on innocent girls." Peyton knelt down and began to lubricate one of Adam's wrists with the baby oil, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry," she said with a chuckle, "it's not like we're going to tickle you with these." As she secured the handcuffs around his wrist, she gave it a sharp tug to make sure it was tight. Savannah and Bella moved around to the front of Adam, each taking one of his ankles and bending his legs up so that his feet were resting against the pole. They then secured the handcuffs around his ankles, securing him in place. Peyton stepped back to admire her work, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. Adam felt a mixture of fear and panic wash over him as he realized he was completely helpless. His body was on display, completely vulnerable to their every touch. His heart raced as he waited for them to begin, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Peyton stepped forward again, this time kneeling down in front of him. She traced her finger lightly around his belly button, teasing him with the ticklish sensation. Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, arching his back in an attempt to get away from her touch. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he begged, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. Savannah and Bella exchanged amused glances as they watched Peyton's teasing. "Oh, this is going to be good," Bella whispered with a grin. Adam's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Peyton continued to circle her finger around his belly button. He arched his back even further, his muscles tensing under their grip. His laughter turned into desperate sobs as he struggled against their hold. Savannah couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their helpless captive. "Oh, this is too good!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement. "Look at him squirm!" She reached out and gently tickled Adam's side with a feather, eliciting another loud shriek from him. Bella moved in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can't believe how ticklish he is," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is going to be even better than we thought." She glanced over at Peyton, who nodded in agreement. As if to prove her point, Peyton shifted her weight, positioning herself between Adam's legs. She placed her hands on his thighs and began spidering her fingers up and down his skin, eliciting high-pitched squeals of laughter from him with each touch. "Ahh! No! Stop!" he begged, his body jerking and twisting in their grasp. Bella moved closer, her face just inches from his as she watched the ticklish boy squirm beneath their touch. "This is priceless," she whispered, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She leaned in even closer, her breath tickling his ear as she teased, "I can't believe how ticklish you are, Adam." As Peyton continued to tickle Adam's thighs, Savannah moved behind him, her hands tracing soft circles on his back. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, and he let out a gasp, his body jerking in response. "Ahh! No! Please Stop!" he begged, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. Bella, meanwhile, had moved to the front of Adam, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She ran her fingers on the ticklish boy's chest, sending shockwaves of ticklishness through his body. Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, his eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensations. "Oh my God," he gasped, his voice ragged from laughing and begging for mercy. "Please, please stop!" His muscles were taut, his skin covered in goosebumps as the girls continued their merciless tickling. Peyton, now standing behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders and started tickling his upper back, eliciting another loud shriek from him. Savannah and Bella moved closer, their faces mere inches from his as they watched his body jerk and twist in their grasp. They exchanged knowing glances, their eyes shining with mischief. Bella traced her finger along Adam's hairline, sending shivers down his spine. "Ahh!" he screamed, his whole body tense and trembling. "I can't take it anymore!" Peyton smiled cruelly, her gaze cold and unyielding. "Oh, we're not done yet," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. She leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "In fact, I think we're just getting started." With that, she slid her hands lower, tickling Adam's sides with her fingertips. Adam let out a high-pitched scream, his body convulsing in their grip. "Ahh! No! Stop it, please!" he begged, tears streaming down his face. Bella laughed, her hands moving faster on his chest, tickling him relentlessly. "Oh, don't worry," she cooed, "we're not going to stop anytime soon." Peyton, meanwhile, had moved behind him, her fingers dancing over his shoulders and upper back. "And you should've thought twice before you decided to spy on us, Adam," she hissed, her breath hot against his ear. "Now look where it's gotten you." Her touch sent shivers down his spine, making him squirm even more. Savannah, who had been tickling his sides, now moved to his upper chest, her touch feather-light but unbearably ticklish. "Oh, and let's not forget how creepy you were, sneaking around like that," she added with a chuckle, tickling him harder. Adam let out another high-pitched squeal, his body tensing under their grip. Peyton glanced over at Bella, who had been standing close by, her face mere inches from Adam's as she tickled him mercilessly. "And how about that camera you had hidden?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. "Were you planning on taking pictures of us, too?" Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, his body jerking in response to the tickling. "N-no! I swear, I wasn't!" he stammered, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. "I just wanted to see you guys... from afar..." Bella, who had been tickling his sides, moved closer to his front, her hands now roaming over his chest and stomach. "Yeah, because that's not creepy at all," she scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Sneaking around trying to get a good look at us in our bikinis." Adam let out another high-pitched shriek, his body jerking in response to the tickling. "Oh my God, you're right," Savannah chimed in, her hands still tickling his sides. "We should definitely make him pay for that." She glanced over at Peyton, who nodded in agreement. Their words sent a chill down Adam's spine. He couldn't believe they were serious. "No, please!" he begged, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I swear!" But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Peyton, Savannah, and Bella exchanged knowing glances. They had decided on a cruel punishment for their little stalker. They had to make him pay for spying on them and for trying to take pictures of them without their consent. Peyton held him by the shoulders, her grip firm but not painful. She looked into his tear-streaked eyes and said coldly, "You should've thought about that before you decided to spy on us, Adam." Her voice was like ice water pouring down his spine. As if on cue, Bella stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She held up a small camera, which Adam hadn't even realized he still had in his hand. "And what about this?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Were you planning on showing these to all your friends, Adam?" Adam went pale, his body tensing even further under their grip. "N-no, I just... I wanted to remember... you guys..." he stammered, his voice shaking. Peyton rolled her eyes, her expression cold and unyielding. "Well, you can forget that now," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because we're going to make sure you never, ever forget what you did." With that, she nodded at Bella, who took the camera and snapped a picture of him, looking completely defeated and humiliated. "There," she said, grinning maliciously. "Now you'll always have this memory, to remind you of your little mistake." The other girls laughed cruelly, their voices echoing around the pool. "Oh, that's right," Savannah chimed in, her hands still tickling Adam's sides. "You won't be able to show this to anyone else now, will you?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. Adam shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No, please," he begged, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." But his words fell on deaf ears. Peyton smiled cruelly, her grip on his shoulders tightening. "Oh, we know you will," she purred. "Because from now on, every time we see you, we're going to remind you of what happened here tonight." Bella stepped forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. "And just imagine how many people we'll show this picture to," she added, holding up the camera for all to see. "Everyone's going to know what a creepy little stalker you are." Peyton nodded in agreement, her gaze hardening. "And trust us," she said, her voice low and threatening, "we're going to make sure everyone knows." Savannah, still tickling Adam's sides, let out a wicked cackle. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We're going to make your life a living hell, you perv!" The other girls laughed maniacally, their voices echoing through the night. Peyton leaned in closer, her breath hot against Adam's ear as she whispered, "And you know what the worst part is, Adam? We're not even done with you yet." Her words sent a chill down his spine. Bella, still holding the camera, moved in front of him, her face inches from his. "Oh, that's right," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to be our little project now." She snapped another photo, this time capturing the defeated and terrified look on Adam's face. "We're going to make sure everyone knows what kind of sicko you really are." Adam let out a shuddering breath, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't believe what was happening. Just a few minutes ago, he had been spying on these girls, fantasizing about them from afar. Now, they had him completely at their mercy. He felt a cold sweat break out on his brow as he tried to formulate some kind of apology, some explanation. But before he could say anything, Peyton stepped forward once again, her expression cold and unyielding. "You know what?" she said, her voice laced with venom. "I don't think you even realize how creepy you are. How obsessed you were with us." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "Maybe this will help you understand." With that, she moved closer, her body mere inches from his. And then, to Adam's horror, she wiggled her finger inside his belly button. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before: strange, ticklish, and utterly overwhelming. He let out a shriek so loud it hurt their ears, his body jerking violently in their grip. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to catch his breath, his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable laughter. Peyton smiled maliciously, watching him squirm. "See?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just as ticklish as we thought you'd be." Bella, who had been standing close by, nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun," she drawled. "You're going to love being our little ticklish toy." Savannah, who had been tickling Adam's sides, moved in closer. She ran her hands up his ribs, stopping just under his armpits. "Your turn," she said, her voice low and threatening. She lifted his arms above his head, holding them tightly behind his back. Adam tried to squirm away, but it was no use. They had him completely at their mercy. With a wicked grin, Bella produced a bottle of baby oil from her bag. She unscrewed the cap and began pouring the slippery liquid over Adam's chest, letting it drip down his abs and pool around his waist. The sensation of the oil on his skin was unnerving, making him shiver despite the warmth of the summer night. Savannah moved in closer, her hands reaching around to tickle his armpits. "Mwahaha!" she cackled, digging her fingers into his ticklish flesh. Adam let out a high-pitched squeal, his body jerking violently as he tried to escape their grip. But it was no use; they had him completely pinned down. As Bella continued to pour the oil over his chest, it began to slide down his stomach and across his hips, creating a slick, wet sensation that only seemed to intensify the ticklishness. Adam's laughter turned into a desperate, choking sound as he writhed and squirmed under their relentless assault. Peyton leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Oh, Adam," she drawled, her voice laced with venom. "You're really quite pathetic." With a cruel smile, she wiggled her fingers in his belly button once more, sending another wave of ticklishness washing over him. Adam's body shook uncontrollably as he let out a high-pitched squeal, his face turning a deep shade of red. Bella chuckled darkly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She ran her hands over her smooth, toned body, feeling the slickness of the oil against her skin. Savannah and Peyton exchanged satisfied glances before continuing their assault on Adam's ticklish body. They moved in closer, their breath warm against his ear as they whispered lewd taunts and threats. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" Peyton purred, digging her fingers into his side. "You like how it feels to be so completely helpless and exposed." Bella, meanwhile, had retrieved a silicone ball gag from her bag. She slipped it between Adam's lips, securing it in place with a strap behind his head. The feel of the gag filling his mouth made him gag reflexively, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the other girls continued their torment. Savannah moved behind him, straddling his hips. She placed her hands on his chest, tickling his nipples mercilessly. "Oh, you like that, huh?" she taunted, watching his body jerk involuntarily. "You like it when a girl plays with your little boobies." Adam could feel the heat rising in his face, both from embarrassment and from the ticklish sensation. Bella, meanwhile, had retrieved a feather tickler from her bag. She waved it teasingly in front of Adam's nose, causing his eyes to water and his breath to hitch. "What's wrong, Adam?" she drawled. "Can't breathe with this tickly thing in your face?" His struggles only seemed to amuse the girls more. As the night wore on, the girls took turns tickling and tormenting Adam. Savannah would tickle his sides until he was doubled over in laughter, while Peyton would tickle his belly and make him squirm uncontrollably. Bella enjoyed teasing him with the feather tickler, whispering lewd suggestions in his ear as he squirmed and struggled against his bonds. Their laughter filled the air, echoing through the neighborhood like a sinister symphony. It was clear that they were having the time of their lives at Adam's expense. They took turns taking selfies and videos, capturing every moment of his humiliation and suffering. As the night wore on, the girls became more and more creative with their tickling attacks. They began to use their fingernails, digging deeper into his ticklish flesh. They tickled his ribs until he was doubled over in agony, his sides burning with laughter. They tickled his armpits, sending waves of ticklishness through his entire body. They tickled his feet, his legs, even his ears. Adam's cries of laughter turned into high-pitched squeals as he squirmed and struggled against his bonds. His body jerked and twitched uncontrollably, the slickness of the oil making it even more difficult for him to escape their relentless assault. He felt like he was going to explode from the ticklishness, like his body was about to split in two from the effort of holding back his laughter. The girls, reveling in his agony, continued to tickle him mercilessly. They moved down to his inner thighs, digging their fingers into the soft, ticklish flesh just above his groin. "Mwahaha!" they cackled in unison, watching his face turn beet red with humiliation. "This is too good!" Peyton, always the cruelest of them all, moved in for the kill. She placed her hands on either side of Adam's head and began tickling his neck, just beneath his jawline. His body jerked violently, his hips bucking uselessly against the restraints. "Ahhhhh!" he screamed, his voice muffled by the ball gag. "Pleath, shhtop!" Bella, never one to be left out of the fun, reached around and tickled Adam's sides while Savannah tickled his ribs. The combined onslaught was too much for him to bear; his whole body tensed up, and then, with a loud groan, he released a warm stream of urine onto the ground beneath him. The hot, stinging sensation of the urine on his skin only served to make him laugh harder, if that was even possible. Peyton, amused by his loss of bladder control, tickled his armpits mercilessly, causing him to squirm and writhe even more. "Look at you," she taunted, "all tuckered out from a little tickling." The other girls doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down their faces. They couldn't believe how much Adam was suffering, and they reveled in it. Bella, always the one with the most twisted sense of humor, decided to take things to a whole new level. She produced a small feather duster from her pocket and began to tickle Adam's feet. "Oh, this should be interesting," she mused, watching as he thrashed wildly against his restraints. "Let's see how he handles this." Savannah and Peyton exchanged amused glances as they watched Bella's cruel antics. They had seen it all tonight, and yet Adam still managed to find a way to surprise them. His resilience was both admirable and infuriating at the same time. They couldn't help but wonder what other tricks he had up his sleeve. As Bella continued to tickle Adam's feet, his body jerked and twitched uncontrollably. He let out a high-pitched squeal that seemed to echo through the neighborhood. His struggles only seemed to amuse the girls more. They snapped picture after picture with their phones, capturing every moment of his humiliation and suffering. Savannah couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Adam squirm beneath Bella's ticklish assault. "Oh, Adam," she cooed, "you're just too much fun to play with." She leaned in closer, running her hand through his sweaty hair. "I think we should do something special for you." Peyton glanced over at her friend, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she drawled, her tone laced with amusement. "And what would that be, Savannah?" Savannah smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well," she began, "I was thinking we should let the internet decide." Peyton raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And how would we go about that?" Savannah shrugged nonchalantly. "I was thinking we could set up a poll on Instagram or something. We post a picture of Adam, all tied up and ticklish, with the question 'What should we do to Adam?' written on it. Then we can see what the people have to say." Peyton considered this for a moment before nodding slowly. "I like that idea. It'll be like a twisted game show. We could even make it a contest and see who comes up with the best idea. The winner gets to do whatever they want to him." She turned back to Adam, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "So, Adam, you ready to find out what your fate is?" To be continued…..

Jaxson had been warned multiple times by his twin sister, Bella, that if he ever crossed her again he would regret it. Unfortunately his love for video games caused him to blatantly disregard her warnings, and he soon learned that Bella was a woman of her word. He was sitting in his bedroom playing a game, completely unaware of his sister's presence, when she appeared behind him in a flash. Before Jaxson knew it, Bella had expertly wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and pulled him back off the couch, forcing him to the ground in a slight daze. Jaxson was going to fight back, but he already knew it was a lost cause. Bella was not only older than him, but also stronger than him. To his horror, he realized his fate when his sister threw him onto the bed and proceeded to strip him down to just his underwear. She mercilessly bound his wrists and ankles together in an X shape, making sure the rope was pulled tightly to inflict maximum discomfort. At this point, Jaxson was shaking from fear and embarrassment, completely unable to move. He was so embarrassed he thought he might die of humiliation when Bella finally spoke. 'Now I'm going to show you exactly why it isn't a good idea to cross your big sister,' she said to him coldly. Bella then got on top of him, straddling his exposed stomach, and began the torture. She started by tickling him softly around his belly and his thighs, her fingers digging playfully into his skin. Jaxson couldn't help but let out occasional squeals and laughs as his sister's fingers probed deeper and deeper. 'Ahhh! Stop! Please, I'm begging you,' Jaxson pleaded as he struggled against the bound ropes. To Jaxson's dismay, Bella actually increased her intensity. She moved up to his chest, her fingernails grazing over his ribs and pecs, causing Jaxson to shudder and giggle hysterically. He was completely at her mercy. Suddenly, Bella moved back to his exposed stomach, continuing to dig her fingers into it while snickering at her brother's screams and pleas. She soon found his most ticklish spot of all: his belly button. Jaxson wailed and begged her to stop what she was doing, but she instead dug her fingers even deeper into his skin as he laughed uncontrollably. 'No! Please, please stop! I can't take it anymore!' Jaxson cried, tears streaming down his face from laughter and humiliation. But Bella had one more surprise for her younger brother. Right before she was about to start tickling his belly button she grabbed the nearby duct tape and slapped it over his mouth, giggling as she did so. Jaxson was now completely helpless, unable to scream and beg for mercy. Bella continued to tickle Jaxson's stomach, but she now took her time with each spot, making sure he suffered as much as possible. He squirmed, pleaded, and laughed so hard that he even peed himself. His sister, disgusted, stopped a few minutes later and announced Jaxson's punishment for peeing his pants. 'You have now been successfully CONCEDED by your big sister, and since you are weak and very ticklish, your punishment is going to be more tickling! Yes, I'm going to tickle you until tomorrow when our parents get home, and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop me!' Jaxson was in complete despair, but there was nothing he could do to escape from the torture his sister had in store for him. He would be suffering for the next several hours as she mercilessly tickled him and laughed as he begged, screamed and uncontrollably laughed. He would never forget how vulnerable and powerless he was.

(This story is part of tickle fetish fantasies; if it is not your type of fetish, you are able to not read it. All characters are more than 18 y.o.) Amy was the typical sophomore college girl, studying biology and maths, she didn’t always have time for herself. It didn’t prevent her to be one of the most gorgeous girls of her school year; bright green eyes with long redhair, with a belly button piercing shaped as heart and a beautiful smile. She has never really been fond of Halloween; actually she hated it. People dressing themselves to trick or treat was pathetic for her. Also, to avoid this celebration, this year, she had decided to take the road and to isolate herself in the countryside. She packed her bag and started her car, excited for this few days abroad. She drove for 3 hours before arriving in the middle of nowhere. On the road, she was witnessing the landscape changing from small, isolated houses to different vast farming fields. Deciding at some point to take a break

Karla + Saya: Babysitter Tickle Trouble 1/2 by MrObscura101 “KARLA!!!!!!!!” Saya squealed in delight as she ran over to the front door “Hey kid!” Karla Kure smiled warmly as she grabbed the younger girl and lifted her up “Ready for a fun weekend?” “YOU BET!!!!” Saya giggled excitedly, her mother was going out of town and had asked Karla to babysit all weekend which greatly excited Saya who saw the older girl almost as a sister After Saya’s mom had left the girls decided to enjoy the nice weather by going to the pool, Karla changed into a black two piece bikini and Saya into a white swimsuit, they spent the next few hours swimming about, playing tag and trying to see who was faster in the water although Karla always managed to win “Man I’m bushed…” Karla yawned as she got out of the water and stretched, the water dripping off her body as she sat back on a deck chair “Aw come on Karla, let’s play some more!” Saya cried “Soon kiddo, I just need to rest for a bit ok?” she replied as she