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Tickled Angels Part 5
Kelly looked at Kris' tied body. She was wearing only her bra and panties.
She was locked up on an "X", her wrists and ankles secured, as well as a
cinch in the middle of the "X", which would secure her slim waist and hips.
Kris' eyes were burning into hers, as if to communicate something important.
Kelly racked her mind, trying to think of what it may be.
"Well, Shelly?", Gaby asked, "Leslie and I are dying to see your technique.
What are you going to work first? Her neck? These ribs? These yummy feet?"
Kelly realized she was stuck, and committed herself to taking it easy on
her friend. She traced the long feather tips gently along Kris's neck.
Kris giggled, knowing she had to react strongly to the tickling to satisfy
the two sadistic women who tied her to the "X". Just as long as Kelly didn't
forget where she really was ticklish.
Kelly worked the feather tip up and down Kris's bare sides, and Kris howled
dutifully. Kelly noticed, nauseatingly, that Leslie and Gaby both were
sitting in chairs watching her and masturbating. This may be our opportunity
she thought. She traced to feather along the insides of her friends thighs.
Im glad she's not naked, Kris thought, and shuddered at the lesbian imp-
lications involved. As she swept the feather under her frinds arms, she
looked at Kris' grinning face. Kris winked at her and whispered something.
Kelly thought she said, "Not miles". As she puzzled about what this meant,
Leslie said, her voice thick with passion, "Shelly, why don't you lose the
feather? I'd LOVE to see those fingernails fly. And, by the way, don't you
ever taunt your victims? Come on, get sadistic for us."
Biding her time, Kelly dropped the feather, and gently grazed her nails along
the smooth skin of Kris' underarms. "Cooochy cooochy coo.. are you ticklish,
girl?" She winked at Kris, unseen by Gaby and Leslie.
Awww, shit.. Kris thought. That tickles a little. Kris' laughter became
a little more gutteral. As Kelly's tickling fingers lightly pinched her
ribs and waist, Kris felt more than a little uneasy. She tried to pull her
hips away from Kelly's fingers, without any luck. Gaby and Leslie noticed
the change in pitch of Kris' laughter.
"Yeah! There you go, Shelly! Work her over with those fingers!", Gaby said,
her Cuban accent becoming hard to understand.
Kris' laughter became more and more high-pitched as Kelly's fingers played
over each and every rib. Kelly was unsure whether Kris was playacting or
not, so she stopped tickling her ribs and stepped over to the foot of the
"X".
Leslie moaned, masturbating furiously, "Mmmm, yeah, her feet. God, they're
hot. Play with her feet nice and slow.." Kelly was sickened, but wanted
to catch the two women deep in orgasms, so that she could phsically overcome
them. She intended to give them quite a show.
Kris had caught her breath, and was genuinely in trouble. The helplessness,
coupled by Kelly's unexpected traitor tickling, made her talk for the first
time. "No.. Please stop.. I'll do anything..."
Kelly smiled at her, thinking, boy, she's good. She must be handling this
really well. I'll really play it up. "I know you will, bitch! You'll
laugh first, though. Kitchy kitchy koo..." Kelly gently drew her index
fingernail along the outside of Kris' arch. Kris yelped, and Kelly grinned.
She then teasingly tickled Kris' tanned toes, reverting to baby talk as she
did; "Look at these little widdle toesies. Aren't they cute? Woochy,
woochy woochy widdle toesies."
Kris screamed with laughter, quite real. Kelly was really enjoying this,
she thought. It tickled so bad...
Kelly stole a glance at Leslie and Gaby. Both had stripped from the waist
down, and were frigging themselves maniacally, eyes half-closed with passion.
Kelly thought she could push them over the edge. She made her fingers into
claws, reached her arms wide so she could get both feet, and ruthlessly
scratched Kris' soles from the ball of her feet to her heels.
Kris screamed as Kelly's nails grated her heels. "Not Miles! Kelly, NOT
MY HEELS!"
Instantly, both Gaby and Leslie sat up. Leslie pulled a revolver from her
jeans piled on the floor. "What the hell? You two know each other? Why
did you call her Kelly? Get away from her, Kelly, or Shelly, or whoever the
hell you are."
Kelly backed away, and was forced so sit on the floor at gunpoint. Gaby
said, menacingly, "Leslie, you cover that one. I'm going to find out who
the hell these two are. So, your heels are ticklish, huh Kris? Answer me,
who are you two? Who do you work for? Talk.."
Gaby leaned over Kris' helpless left foot, and opened her mouth. She forced
all five of Kris' petite toes into her mouth, and ran her tongue all over
them, exploring every wrinkle with her rough tongue. Her fingernails
were spectacularly long, about two and a half inches, and Gaby used all
ten to tickle Kris' heel simultaneously. Kris screamed, a high, peircing,
scream, and then laughed hysterically.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! EEEEEEEEE! HEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEE.
WE'RE PRIVATE DETECTIVES!!!!", Kris squealed.
Kelly winced, but couldn't fault Kris. The game was up, she knew. She was
bitter, and defiantly said, "We know you killed those two women at the Chat-
worth. You two are disgusting sadistic lesbians."
Gaby unlocked her lips from Kris' tortured toes. She smiled, triumphantly,
"Ah, so you are a little homophobic, Kelly? I have a wonderful idea. We'll
demonstrate what we call screaming orgasms. Leslie?"
Leslie walked over to the middle of the "X" and tore Kris' panties off.
She then pointed the gun at Kelly. "Kelly, your choices are either to die
right now or to give your friend an orgasm. Which do you choose?"
Kris shouted from the "X", "Kelly, don't let them shoot you!"
Kelly walked over to her friend's wide open crotch, shaking with fear.
"Your tongue, Kelly. I want you to lick her till she comes!" Kelly,
supressing tears, bent over to Kris' neat triangle. Kris whispered, "It's
okay, honey. If we ever get out of here, I won't tell a soul."
Kelly began licking Kris' clitoris. Kris sighed. Leslie and Gaby smiled,
watching Kelly go at it. After a couple minutes, Kris began moaning, "Mmmm,
Oh God.. I can't believe this...Oohhhhh.."
Leslie said, "Are you ready, Gaby? Lets do it..." They both moved over to
Kris' feet, and each began tickling a bare heel. Kris screamed. Kelly
lifted her pretty head up and looked right into the muzzle of the revolver.
"Keep licking her. When she comes, you can stop, but not until then.",
Leslie demanded, still tickling Kris' bare heel and arch with her other hand.
Kris struggled for breath as the two women tickled her vulnerable heels. At
the same time, Kelly's tongue flicked at her clit. Kris was hysterical with
laughter, but also moaned with pleasure. Soon, her laughter was a near
whisper, barely heard over the scratching sounds in the room as the two
women worked over her feet. As she struggle for breath, she felt a massive
tightening in her groin. The waves of orgasm started, and she clenched her
toes. The two women knew what this meant, and both began nibbling and
sucking her toes while they scratched her heels. Kris managed one long,
rasping, screaming, groan, and heard an explosion as the world turned to grey.
Kris awoke and found herself laying on the couch at the Townsend agency. She
was fully clothed, and looked around to see Kelly, Sabrina, and Bosley
sitting all around her. They explained what had happened.
The explosion she had heard as she passed out was Sabrina and Bosley breaking
down the door to the basement. Through Sabrina's tickle-party, she had gotten
the address to Leslie's house from Cindy, the pedicurist. All were either
directly or indirectly involved in the two murders.
"Another wonderful job, Angels", Charlie's voice came through the speaker
box. "You solved the crime and found out a little something about yourselves,
didn't you, Kelly?"
"CHARLIE!", Kelly shreiked, and threw a pillow at the speaker box. All the
Angels laughed, and Sabrina made a lunge for her sandaled feet...
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