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Ticklish Bookworm by Unknown Marie-Claude was a nice petite girl who just loved to go libraries. Nothing special in that. But, Marie-Claude also loved to show off her sheer black stockinged feet everywhere she went. She always had. Just to kick off her shoes and wiggle her toes slowly as her soles cooled off. Marie-Claude's soles were small and fleshy with perfect rounded toes. When she sat down in the library this day, the first thing Marie-Claude did was to bend her toes up in her shoes to force her heels out of her shoes. As she gently withdrew her feet from her shoes, she could feel the delicious cooling sensation that she adored. She placed her toe-reinforced black stockinged feet on a chair in front of the cubicle she was sitting at. She couldn't see them anymore. She just knew they were there. It had happened many times that Marie-Claude disposition for removing her shoes had placed her in a ticklish situation. Her sisters, and cousins, and friends had often placed their fingernails on her exposed stockinged soles to make her laugh. It was so easy. Marie-Claude was always shoes off. Even though she hated being tickled, hated how a simple fingernail could produce those weird sensations on her feet, how it could force her to laugh out loud and giggle like a child, and how she reflexively had to wiggle her toes as the tickling went on, sensitising her delicious soles, she just couldn't refrain from shoeoffing. Today, again, Marie-Claude arrived at the library, sat down, and quickly slipped her feet out of her shoes to place them in an extremely delicate position in a chair that she had moved just in front of her cubicle. She started to work when she noticed that beautiful Oriental girl popping out of nowhere, and sitting down in the cubicle just in front of hers. Marie-Claude didn't give her much thought. She just noticed that she was an Oriental girl with long shiny black hair and a beautiful face. What Marie-Claude didn't notice was the interested look that beautiful girl gave to her exposed stockinged soles lying around on that chair. A few minutes after that, Marie-Claude felt a little something appear on the middle of her left sole. A slight itch. It lasted only a moment, but seemed to fleet over her nyloned sole. She wiggled her toes once, pushing her nylons somewhat away from her naked feet. The itch seemed to subside. Marie-Claude knew, like many girls, that nylons often produced itches. That's how she dismissed this itch. A few seconds later, another itch, stronger this time, manifested itself just over the balls of her right foot, just under her big toe. Marie-Claude's foot jerked a little as the itch made its way all over the skin. Marie-Claude used its other foot to scratch the itching. Again, it subsided, and Marie-Claude outstretched her legs on the chair, her toes pointing... Nobody was happier from this than the beautiful Oriental who was now sitting right next to Marie-Claude soles. She held in her hand a beautiful small white fluffy feather that she was delicately applying on Marie-Claude unsuspecting soles, from the tip of her toes to the heels. This in itself didn't tickle Marie-Claude, but it did seemed to please her torturer who was smiling broadly, as she drew the feather over the smooth arches, applying it gently on the surface. From her point of view, Marie-Claude soles were small, probably a size 5, she thought, her toes were short and roundish and were going down in a perfect semi-circle. Her nylons were quite sheer, except for the reinforced toe part, and seemed very smooth to the touch. The soles it was covering were somewhat fleshy, and, as she now knew, quite ticklish. What pushed that girl to sit down next to Marie-Claude exposed soles, and play with them? She always had a fascination for nyloned feet, first hers, when she was young, and then other girls', when she grew up. And she just couldn't refrain herself from tickling them. She had always been a tickle nut, taking advantage of stockinged soles to have fun, and make other girls laugh and squeal. For the last few months, she had been attacking and playing with the powerless soles of daring girls who dared take off her shoes in the university library. She had attacked naked soles with her nice fluffy little feathers, to great effect must we say, but she much preferred to attack feet clad in those delicious pantyhose that just made girls more ticklish. At least, it made her more ticklish. Now, she was looking at those Marie-Claude foot bottoms, slightly wrinkled under the nylon. The thin layer of material itself was deliciously wrinkled just over the arches, and also over the toes. Marie-Claude seemed to be the kind of shoeoffer who just couldn't refrain from wiggling their toes as they put their feet in full view, as if to invite attention. The Oriental tickling expert kept on sweeping the sensitive soles with the feather, probably producing little else than a windy sensation on their bottoms. She knew that it wouldn't tickle Marie-Claude perfect little feet, but it gave her much pleasure to be able to touch with impunity that body part. Then she stopped. Turning the feather around, she gently deposited its quill on Marie-Claude left sole. Scratching slowly, she elicited tickling sensations onto the skin which made Marie-Claude foot jerk. How delicious it was to see that cute ticklish sole jerk. Marie-Claude foot jerked. Again, that nylon-induced itching sensation. She hated it. She used her other foot to scratch it away. It subsided. For a while, it kept lingering between the skin and her nylons. But it finally vanished. The Oriental featherer had never seen anything cuter than Marie-Claude sole jerk. And how cute it was when she scratched the itch away with her other foot. She suddenly forgot the rules that she had set for herself when tickling girls like this. She cruelly dug the quill into the flesh of the unknowing right sole of Marie-Claude. She squealed and her foot jerked violently. "Eeeeeeeeh, what the hell...", she said The Oriental girl was more surprised than Marie-Claude. She had to think fast. She had to cover herself so she could leave without being seen by her victim. There was only one way to do that. She had to distract her. So, before Marie-Claude could get up to see her tickler, she grabbed her feet, still lying on the chair, and, holding them firmly under her arms, applied her long fingernails on their soles, to distract Marie-Claude and weaken her. Marie-Claude registered the tickling sensations as soon as her unidentified tickler started waving her fingernails over her ticklish stockinged soles. She had gone straight for that delicious and cool little spot just under the toes, where a submissive laughter can be so easily extracted. She immediately felt the muscles in her face form the beginning of a smile. Then, a guffaw. Finally, she started to hiccup and giggle and squeal and laugh like the little ticklish girl she was, and there's nothing she could do about it. The floor of the library she had chosen was now pretty deserted at this late hour, and there was no guarantee she would be heard. Anyway her laughter was so subdued, so soft and sweet, one may not think that it was the laughter of a girl in the tickling clutch of a cruel female. "Hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, hee, hee, heee, stop, that, it tickles, hee, hee, hee, quit it, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", begged Marie-Claude. The Oriental torturer was now looking up close at Marie-Claude cute feet, and was enjoying the view. The poor girl was twisting her legs, trying to withdraw her feet from the maddening sensations that were taking over the bottoms of her feet. The Oriental girl could feel, as she started tickling the nyloned arches, Marie-Claude's delicious soles twitch as each fingernails penetrated the thin nylon cover to enter in contact with the sensitive skin. Digging her nails deeper into the flesh drew louder laughter from Marie-Claude. She lightened the sensation to a mere nail caress, and Marie-Claude sweet laughter, turned into a sweet giggle. "Kootchy-kootchy-koo, kootchy-kootchy-koo, kili, kili…" "Heeee, hee, hee, hee, no kootchies, no kootchies, no more, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, plhee-hee-hee, hee, hee, hee…", kept on laughing Marie-Claude. The Oriental tickled Marie-Claude for about five minutes and ended up her flurry by cruelly scratching the powerless soles for a few seconds. Marie-Claude screamed at the renewed attack, and then felt her tickler let go of her ankles and leave hurriedly. Hesitating a few seconds, as the tickling sensations subsided, Marie-Claude decided to run after her attacker. She quickly put her shoes back on, and went after her. After a few seconds the Oriental girl noticed that Marie-Claude was going after her. At first, she started to panic, but then she thought she might profit from this situation. She decided to head for the basement. She opened the main door leading there, and disappeared from Marie-Claude view. Marie-Claude was so angry that she wasn't thinking at all. She just wanted to catch up with that girl, and tell her what she thought or something. She saw her take the door leading to the basement. She opened the door a few seconds after her, and threw herself downstairs. She saw her attacker go down two flight of stairs and exit through one door. Marie-Claude pursued her. There she was. Standing two feet in front of her. Waiting. Her hands quietly and quickly penetrating her unprepared armpits. Marie-Claude closed her arms on the loving hands, and giggled instantly. She had been had. She knew it now. The basement was probably so deserted right now that the cute Oriental stranger could tickle her forever. What an awful possibility. As tickling sensations quickly took hold of her, as she could feel the small fingernails move ever so slightly into the very narrow space left in her upper armpits, Marie-Claude surrendered unwillingly to the torture, feeling her knees buckling. Soon, she would be lying on the ground, a giggling cutie. "Kootchy-kootchy-koo, girl, kootchy-kootchy-koo. So you wanted to catch me, mmmm? Well, it seems that I am the one who caught you. You've got such a delicious laughter when you get tickled. Come on, now, giggle some more for me…", taunted the Oriental tickler. She had to admit that this girl had the cutest laughter she had ever heard. And her underarms were so smooth with that thin silk blouse she was wearing. What a pleasure it was to tickle her. "Are your ribs ticklish, ticklish girl? Come on answer me through your sweet giggles." "Hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, haa, hee, hee, haa, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", answered a tickled and powerless Marie-Claude, who, even though she wasn't tied up, was unable to resist the tickles distributed so lovingly by her cruel tickler. "So you don't want to answer me, mmmm. Well, then I'm gonna have to find out for myself. Yeah, that's it, I'm going to tickle your belly, just so", she said, placing herself right behind the giggling body of Marie-Claude, and expertly sliding her nails along her twitching belly. What a pleasure it was to see Marie-Claude, untied, turn into a sweet giggling girl at the touch of a nail. As the gorgeous Oriental started to play along side her rib cage, Marie-Claude had to twist, propelled by the delicious tickling sensations that were running up and down her torso. "Hee, hee, hee, heeeeee, hee, hee, hee, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, nooooooooo, hee, hee, hee, hee,, stoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-p, pleee-eee-eee-eee-eee-se, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, haa, hee, hee." "That's it, laugh now girl. Laugh to your heart's content. Your skin is so soft. Mmmmm, what do we have here. A pair of tiny weenie little boobs, clad in a nice silk bra. Oh, would they be ticklish? Tickle, tickle there. Oh yes, they are." Not my breasts thought Marie-Claude. Oh, I can't believe that they're ticklish. She twisted reflexively, but her attacker knew where to put her nails to great effect. "Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, hee, hee", laughed Marie-Claude who was totally under the spell of the tickles. "Now, let's see how ticklish these nyloned feet of yours really are", threatened the Oriental beauty, who easily tripped the giggling Marie-Claude onto the ground. She immediately picked up both her feet and held them firmly under her arm. With her free hand, she so easily slipped off Marie-Claude protective shoes, exposing her delicate soles. She then applied gleefully her long nails into the soft surface, making sure they penetrated well into the ticklish skin. Marie-Claude felt the itches, and the twitches. Weakened, she had no chance to resist to the instantaneous sensations that appeared on her soles through the mere contact of those sharp Oriental nails. She laughed dutifully. "Heeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, noo-oo-oo-oo-oo, ho, ho, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, stoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ppppwaaaaaaaah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, heeeeeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, haaa, ha, ha", laughed Marie-Claude. She could barely think. Actually, with each tickle, tickles that she could feel so distinctively as nails penetrated her smooth black hose, her mind was invaded by the horrible tickling sensations she couldn't control. All she thought of were the sensations. They were located anywhere on her soles, anywhere the dancing fingers of that damned Oriental felt like going, and from that point on, they reverberated themselves along her cute legs, teasing the nerve endings. After a few minutes, all she could feel over her entire soles, were tickling sensations. It didn't matter where the nails scratched. They were just making sure that Marie-Claude would keep on feeling the tickling sensationsnd laughing like a teenager. How smooth her soles are, thought the tickling girl. At the first touch, she had felt the skin twitch ever so slightly, and her victim had exploded into a regular and beautiful laughter. Using the smoothness of her nylons, she slid her fingernails swiftly over the ticklish surface, as laughter rang out in the basement room. She tickled her heels which jerked slightly at the devilish touch, then moved up to attack what she thought was the most sensitive area of Marie-Claude's feet, her cute arches. The balls of her feet provided much pleasure, for they were fleshy and strangely soft. But her madly wiggling toes proved to be the most incredible tickling experience she's ever had. They were small, and easy to tickle in between. These toes, after a few minutes, stopped wiggling from tiredness, and allowed the long-nailed Oriental to insert her tickling weapons in those spots where the skin was thin and ultra-sensitive. Marie-Claude was laughing. "Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", laughed the ticklish Marie-Claude. She couldn't beg anymore. All she could feel was the tickling, everywhere on her feet, that were now, dangling helplessly at the end of her ankles, as she was being sensitised by the accurate finger touches of that damn Oriental girl. "Tickle, tickle, even more, cute girl. Come on now, I'm sure that you can laugh more than that", said the tickler as she started to scratch harder at the nylon surface, producing stronger tickling sensations on the delicate skin. "Heeeee, heeeeee, heee, hee, hee, heeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, hee, ha, ha", howled a bouncing-on-her-buns Marie-Claude who was completely enthralled by the torture inflicted upon her. Mmmm, maybe it's time for some suggestive tickling, cruelly thought the Oriental girl. She started to taunt Marie-Claude in a way that made her think that she was still being tickled when she actually wasn't. Would it work? "Kootchy-kootchy-koo, girl, kootchy-kootchy-koo. I'm scratching your beautiful soles even harder, and I will never stop, never. Tickle, tickle, tickle on your soles. Come on girl, I know you love being tickled." Hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeeeee, heee, ha, haaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", reacted beautifully Marie-Claude. Seeing this, the Oriental started to lick softly the black nyloned soles with the tip of her tongue, applying it softly against the material, tasting it. She kept applying her tongue, and, between applications, kept on "tickling" Marie-Claude. Finally, probably tired herself of that little game, she dropped Marie-Claude ankles onto the floor, and left precipitously, leaving a giggling Marie-Claude in her stockinged feet. It took a while for Marie-Claude to regain enough composure to start getting angry at that girl. She tried to get up, but was a bit dizzy, so she sat back down. Grabbing her shoes, she put them back on, so as to put her ticklish soles into some sort of protection. When she finally regained enough strength, she slowly went back to the library to pick up her stuff. When she got there, she was even angrier at the girl who had taken advantage of her ticklish disposition, and had teased and tortured her. She really wished she could get her hands on her. But she was probably long gone. Unless… No, there's no way she would have gone after another victim on the same night. She couldn't be that stupid. Unless she thought that she could get away with it twice in the same evening. No, there's no way. That's what I would have done. Yes, but she wasn't me. Marie-Claude picked up her stuff, and started to roam the library, just in case… There she was! Sitting her back turned to her, and apparently feathering a pair of white nylon-clad soles very conveniently exposed. A pair of green shoes were lying on the ground. Marie-Claude had to admit that it was somehow erotic to watch that feather go up and down the stockinged soles, as it probably had done on her own ticklish feet. Marie-Claude walked up silently to her attacker, and gently placed her hands around her ribs, squeezing them once gently. She jumped a bit, and turned around. Her face turned white when she saw who it was. "Oooh, huuuh", she babbled. "Hello there, what's your name?" asked a teasing Marie-Claude. "Huuuh, Helena", she answered fearfully. "Well, Helena, why don't we go back to that nice little place we just were. Maybe we could have some more fun", said Marie-Claude, as she very gently scratched Helena's rib cage, checking for ticklishness. Helena twisted her body, trying to avoid the agile fingers. She smiled, and giggled a bit. "Don't do that, it tickles", begged Helena. "You didn't seem to mind when it was you tickling me. Come on, let's go!", order Marie-Claude. "I won't go. You can't make me.", answered Helena defiantly. "You forget that you probably have your fingerprints all over my blouse and my hose. I'm sure you would enjoy being kicked out of school." "Oh no, you can't do that, pleaded Helena. I'll go with you, but don't tell anyone." "If you behave like a good girl, I won't." Helena obediently picked up her stuff, and walked in front of Marie-Claude, who still gently kneaded her rib cage. Helena twisted as she walked, giggling softly. When they ended up in the same room where Helena has pleasurably tickled Marie-Claude, Helena felt sharp nails into her underarms. "Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,", exploded Helena, who valiantly tried to twist away from the scratching Marie-Claude fingernails, but to no avail. Marie-Claude gently dragged her to a apparatus of some kind. When Helena realised what it was, she again tried to get away, but Marie-Claude simply dug her hands harder and deeper into her underarms, producing more tickling sensations. She was already getting dizzy from laughing. Marie-Claude had noticed the stocks she dragging Helena to when she had first toyed with the soles of her feet. It's incredible what the theatre people bought sometimes. Helena was probably too caught up with the tickling to see it, but Marie-Claude had, and she remember thinking at the time how powerless her tiny feet would be in those stocks, fingernails sliding against her nyloned soles. There were room for two pairs of ticklish feet, and two pair of restrictable hands and Helena's own hopefully ticklish feet, and hands quickly found their way into the gaping holes. Marie-Claude went around the stocks, and placed herself in front of Helena's feet. She still had her beautiful shoes on, and Marie-Claude slowly slipped them off her feet. She was caught unprepared by the beautiful sight of Helena's stockinged feet. She was wearing a pair of dark grey pantyhose with reinforced toes. Her soles were slightly longer than her own, and more slender. Her second toe was longer than her other toes, which Marie-Claude found cute and tempting, and her arches flesh seemed tight…and ready to be teased. Marie-Claude started by concentrating a single fingernail on each of her second toes, giving them a gentle scratch. They twitched and wiggled. A very soft, and erotic squeal went out of Helena's throat as she registered that new sensation. Marie-Claude did it again. She found the touch and feel of Helena's nylons to be pleasant. She varied her attack, concentrating instead on the pad of her big toes. Helena started to wiggle her toes, and constant giggles came out of her throat. "Kootchy-kootchy-koo, cute little toes, come on, now, wiggle a bit those cute tootsies, Helena. Now you know how I felt when you played into mine. Laugh, Helena, now, and don't you dare stop", taunted Marie-Claude, as she then descended, and attacked the deliciously jerking arches of Helena. She inserted her nails quickly into the firm skin, feeling it tremble at every touch. Helena's sharp laughter reverberated into the room as hers had before. But Marie-Claude had to admit that it was extremely pleasurable to tickle those totally powerless soles, especially with the smoothness of the pantyhose to help. It was pleasurable to see those feet twitch away, trying to avoid her accurate finger touches, to no avail. "Haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", laughed Helena totally enthralled by the torture. "You seem to enjoy it from that end as well, mmmmm. You had some fun, taking off my shoes, and inserting your nails in between each of my toes, sensitising me to the point where I felt tickling sensations all over my feet. Didn't matter where you tickled, I just felt those incredible laughter-producing sensations all over my arches, my heels, my toes, even on the top of my feet. I was crying. Now, I'm going to make you cry. "Nooooooaaaaaaaaaah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", kept on laughing Helena, who was now trying as hard as she could to free herself from the stocks. After a few tries, she gave up and slumped into position, unable even to move her feet around. They were now perfect tickling targets for Marie-Claude. Never had Helena felt so weak. Marie-Claude tickling fingers had so quickly weakened her. She was totally taken by the tickling, and Marie-Claude was enjoying herself. She was kootchy-kootchy-kooing her like crazy with that huge grin that ticklers have on their face when they are torturing a hapless victim. She already was at the point where she could feel tickling all over her ticklish soles. It made her think when her baby-sitter, a 15 year-old Chinese girl, played on her soles as if they were a piano. Oh, did it tickle back then, and does it tickle right now. "Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", continued to laugh ticklish Helena. Marie-Claude had to admit that she just loved tickling that girl. The combination of her laughter, with the smoothness of her hose and feet, and her powerlessness made for a very exciting situation. Marie-Claude attacked again the deliciously wiggling toes, inserting her small fingers in between each and every one of them, scratching their delicate base and sides. As each touch stimulated Helena sensitive skin, she kept producing that beautiful laughter, and had the cutest tickling-induced smile on her face. Slow tears were forming in her eyes, as her futile attempts to free herself grew feeble every instant. Soon her feet were lying there, perfect tickling target for Marie-Claude accurate finger touches. "Kootchy-kootchy-koo, Helena girl. Laugh some more for me, girl. You have only yourself to blame, ticklish girl. If you hadn't started feathering my toes, you wouldn't be here, laughing your heart out as I stimulate your delicious soles. There is just one thing though. Your toes aren't wiggling anymore. Feel how easy it is for me to insert my nails in between each of them. I know this is my weakest spot. Anybody tickling me there for a while would turn me into an obedient slave. You just didn't tickle long enough. But, enough said, I want to hear you laugh some more, so kootchy-kootchy, between your toes, tickle, tickle those smooth arches, and what about the balls of your feet, so fleshy, yet so firm, kootchy, girl, kootchy", taunted Marie-Claude who was having a ball. The sight of Helena, made a slave to the tickles turned her on immensely. She felt dizzy from the excitement. "Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, plha-aha-ha-aha- se st ha-ha-ah-haa-p, laughed, and babbled Helena. Ha-ha-ha-ha- can't taha-ha-ha-ha-k-it, ha, haaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." "Oh is the poor thing that had so much pleasure sensitising my stockinged feet getting tired? Oh may be I should stop tickling those beautiful dark grey stockinged soles and toes. Not a chance. There's nothing that will make me stop until you're my slave." At that very moment, those incredible tickling sensations Marie-Claude couldn't resist appeared under her armpits. She screamed that scream surprised ticklish girls make when tickling is beginning to take hold onto them. Marie-Claude couldn't help, after a few seconds of trying to resist the tickling, exploding into her usual ticklish laughter. "Hee, hee, hee, nooooo, hee, no tickles, hee, hee, hee, hee, haa, ha, haa, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee", laughed the ticklish petite girl. Marie-Claude tried to resist, tried to get away, but her attacker dug her nails into the sensitive flesh, pushing more laughter out of Marie-Claude throat. A quick trip and Marie-Claude was on the ground again, jerking and jumping up and down on her small buns as the fingernails tickled relentlessly. She was so easily carried over to the stocks. She tried to resist going in, but that girl was much stronger than her, and she ruthlessly applied gentle tickling fingernails to her ticklish breasts to distract her. And it worked. An instant later, Marie-Claude's ankles were in the stocks. Soon her wrists followed. Marie-Claude didn't recognised that new girl who tickled her underarms. She had never seen her before. She was wearing an elegant suit…with white pantyhose and green shoes. This had to be the girl Helena was feathering before Marie-Claude captured Helena. She must have heard them talking, and followed them. She probably watched Marie-Claude torture Helena powerless stockinged feet all the time. "Mmmmm, what do we have here. Two very ticklish girls fighting it out over their very ticklish soles. I must admit that I have enjoyed the spectacle, but I was just too excited not to join in. Let's see now, she said teasing the two girls stockinged soles swiftly with her nails, producing delicious giggles in their throat, who's the most ticklish here. I guess I'll have to find that out. Marie-Claude and Helena looked at each other and, as they burst out laughing as the first tickles were deposited on their sensitive soles, they knew they were in for some more delicious torture. |
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