The characters in this story are Dodger and Katie Wilson who are Youtube gamer/vloggers. 

Dodger (Brooke Leigh Lawson) –

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Katie Wilson –

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Katie Wilson and Dodger Leigh were scheduled to do an interview in Los Angeles with a documentary crew about the history and rise of Youtube stardom. Both girls agreed to have lunch beforehand, so Katie brought some food over to Dodger’s place.

She arrived wearing jeans and her loose blonde locks hanging over a sleeveless blue blouse. Her nails were painted a metallic blue color to match the shirt. Dodger was wearing a black tank top with an unbuttoned grey cardigan over her arms, and jeans.  Her hair was dyed in her common silver-blonde with light pink streaks in the tips.

The interviews were scheduled in the afternoon so the girls had some time to kill. They hung out and shot a quick update video to be posted on one of their channels about their upcoming interview that day.  

Katie got up and circled around Dodger’s chair to reach up for an HDMI cord on the shelf. Dodger couldn’t help but notice her loose blouse hanging right next to her head. She was tempted by a moment of playfulness..

“Must be nice to not be so short…” Dodger remarked as she reached under Katie’s shirt a bit and gently paw-scratched down the side of her exposed stretched lower belly with her black polished fingernails. Katie immediately felt her nerves quiver.

“EEEK!” she yelped as she jumped back. Dodger grinned lightheartedly.

“Yeah, it is nice.” Katie replied bluntly, making light of the fact that Dodger was only 5 feet tall and Katie had a good 7-8 inches on her.

They continued on, hanging in her room and chatting. Dodger eventually sat on the bed with her bare feet straight out in front of her as she leaned against the headboard. Katie was sitting in an office-type chair and spun around catching view of Dodger’s ultra-pale white soles and pink toes and heels. She saw this as a chance to tease back.

Dodger was looking at her laptop in her lap, unsuspecting of Katie. She turned her wrists underhand and began to spider tickle against Dodger’s soft soles.

Dodger’s eyes grew large in the moment before she cracked a giggling smile and pulled her feet back.

“HAahehe! No, my feet are so ticklish!” She says like she’s asking Katie to not tickle her.

“Are they?” Katie gets up and grabs one ankle, then scrapes her nails a bit deeper into her sole.

“NOO!” Dodger squeals, pulling her feet away strongly, causing Katie to fall onto the bed. Dodger immediately pounces at her side, squeezing her fingers into her ribs and soft oblique. Katie coils her side away then rolls over on her back laughing- putting her arms against her sides.

Dodger postures up and sinks her fingers into Katie’s tummy, causing her to break out laughing more.

“AHHAHAHA!!! Rrr, You’re gonna get it now! hehehehe” Katie bellows then giggles.

She reaches out to tickle Dodger while trying to not to be too ticklish to fight back. Dodger keels over when Katie reaches her ribs and starts laughing too. Dodger goes for Katie’s feet, inducing some deep laughter from Katie, a weak spot for her.

The two girls trade several tickle attacks while trying to swat each other’s hands away. Eventually Katie jumps onto Dodger and overpowers her- grabbing her wrists and holding them down as she straddles her stomach.

“NO!” Dodger protests with a deeper voice and big eyes, realizing she’s in a very vulnerable position now. Katie spots two of Dodger’s long winter socks hanging off the side of the bed… She holds Dodger’s wrists down with one hand and grabs the socks, proceeding to tie each of Dodger’s wrists tightly to the bars in the middle of the bed’s headframe. Dodger cant get up or fight her off.

“Stop! This is SO not fair!!” Dodger continues to protest playfully, but slightly worried.

“Shouldna started it!” Katie replies mischievously. She flips around, still straddling over her waist, and uses a stray shirt to tie her ankles together. Dodger flails her feet, trying to escape unsuccessfully. Katie only scooches down to her knees, flattening them against the bed.

Once they’re tied, Dodger abruptly feels Katie’s wicked, sharp blue nails run torturously slowly up her nerve-loaded soles.

“NYYYOOHOHOHO!!!” She howls, pinching her eyes shut while laughing. She pulls on her wrist restraints. Her feet twitch and shake. She squirms and wiggles as Katie starts spidering her fingertips all over her feet- running up the soles, focusing on the meaty flesh below the toes, then finally digging into the toes’ undersides while Dodger tries to close access to them off, flexing them shut.

“IT TICKLES!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!!” Dodger pleads, bucking her upper body and shaking.

Katie starts to get tired of fighting her feet and rotates around again, sitting heavily on her thighs.

Dodger’s cardigan is still covering her armpits and sides but her tight tank top has ridden up along her lower belly and waist.

“Don’t you dare Katie!” Dodger halfway warns/begs alarmingly as Katie eyes her belly with an evil glint.

Katie rests her wrists on Dodger’s jeans at the top of the waist. They both stare at each other. Dodger tries to form her mouth for words to warn her again, but cracks a big, nervous smile when Katie flexes her fingernails like claws and dangles them just inches away from her belly. “S-STOP!” she stutters.

She sucks her stomach in taut out of anticipation, flexing the muscles in and sinking her belly down. Katie teases her wiggling nails for several agonizing moments, making Dodger further dread the anxiety of her soft stomach getting tickled. Her belly quivers from flexing so tightly for so long.

“Please don’t!” She chirps, trying to not breathe and let her stomach rise up to the tickling nails.

Katie finally grazes her skin, crawling her nails up and down on the surface of Dodger’s ticklish inner hips and tummy below her navel, only where the skin is exposed.  

“Tsss-tstss…” Her belly starts to bounce tightly.

“What does it tickle?” Katie taunts. Dodger can hardly stand it.  “STAHAHAP!” She laughs a bit, smiling.

She wiggles, unable to stop flexing her stomach and hips up towards Katie out of ticklish reaction. She smiles widely, resisting the urge to laugh, turning her head away. Her nerves can only take the nail teasing for so long before they spasm wildly in an effort to get away from the sensation. Her hips arch then drop back down into the mattress as she tries to pull her legs up to protect her. She begs helplessly giggling, powerless to stop Katie.

“Nohohoho Katie! I cant! Hahahah! I CANT! It tickles so baaadd! I hate getting tickled!!!” She squeals again.

Ever since she was young, one of Dodger’s worst fears was to be tickled mercilessly since she was such a short, small girl and had been pinned and tickled before. But Katie is absolutely loving the ticklish squeals and desperation in Dodger’s voice.

“Aww it tickles huh? Kootchy Kootchy cooo!” Katie taunts, making Dodger feel even more ticklish and helpless while she tickles the extremely sensitive, exposed strip of her waist and stomach. Dodger’s hands and nails cringe while she pulls on her restraints.

Katie drags the back of her nails up Dodger’s belly, pushing her shirt back as she does it to expose all of her soft white tummy. She begins raking her nails up and down her belly slowly, raking one hand up when the other goes down the other side. She adds some kneading wiggles to her fingertips as she rakes slightly deeper.

Dodger starts to giggle intensely. So Katie does it faster and faster… and faster! Relentlessly! - Full on tickle torturing Dodger’s ticklish tummy!

“STAAAHP! STAAAAAAHHAHAHAP!!!!! NOHOHO MORE! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!” She begs, bawling urgently with uncontrollable laughter- starting to lose her breath from the relentless belly tickling. Her abs feel so weakened. She shuffles her feet and shakes her bonded ankles at the end of the bed.

Katie slows down and starts teasing her belly button, flicking the nail of her index finger up and down the rim of Dodger’s thin, elongated navel. It makes her belly bounce with each swing of the nail. She tries to swivel her hips but Katie has her pinned good. Dodger looks down to see Katie’s flashy blue-polished nail rear up then dive down and tap the bottom of her navel, sending little poking tickles directly into her stomach.

“Rrgghh stohohop Katie, it tickles!” she pinches her shoulder blades toward each other, slightly arching her back. The tickling progressively gets worse. Katie implements another finger then another, scribbling into the middle of her belly and the rim of her belly button with 3 fingers. She leans down and braces herself with her other arm.

“Gaahhahhahehehehhee!! Im so sensihitive thehehehere uhh-mygahahahad!!” Katie turns Dodger into a breathless, giggling mess. Dodger can only shake her head and squint her eyes laughing, her arms occasionally tensing up and flexing.

“You’re sensitive everywhere though Dodger” She glides her nails out to her sides and strokes them up and down.

“Oh god!” Dodger cries, her sides quivering, waiting for the tickling to consume her again. Katie grins then lets loose.

“Kitchy coo!” She kneads her fingers into her tender, white sides. Dodger’s torso stiffens and convulses while she hollers laughing.

“AAAHAAHAHHAHAH GOD NO! HAHAHAHAHAA!!! MMMAAAHAHAH!!!” Turning her head side to side, grimacing through her laughs.

Katie stops to move toward her armpits and spreads her cardigan sleeves back and up her arms- away from her soft smooth underarms. Dodger cowers into the bed, trying to regain her breath. “OK! Im sorry!! Im sorry I tickled you first! I was just playing around! I can’t take this anymore, Im so ticklish!”

“Aww, well Im just playing around too!” Katie sings, teasing Dodger.

“NOOO! No its driving me NUTS!!! Im tied down! Please let me go..” Her face looks so submissive- her eyebrows pooched in the middle and her eyes big and begging; her mouth slightly frowning and pouting, pleading for clemency.

Katie only grins at her- a wicked look in her eye.

Dodger’s face turns to an uncontrollable smile as Katie taps and scrapes her nails ever so lightly around the edges near her armpits. She scratches and teases until Dodger giggles frantically with anticipation.

“Neehehehe no hehehe Katieeehehe!” Katie finally taps directly into her armpits. Dodger explodes with laughter! Her mouth pries open with a giant jaw widening smile, throwing her head back as she howls with laughter toward the ceiling with pinched-shut eyes and rosy red cheeks. Then Katie slides her fingers behind her underarms and slips her thumbs into the hollows of her armpits –slowly and deeply rubbing.

“BAAAAHAHAHAHA!! NOOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOT THERE!! Not THERE!” She shrieks and squeals out her pleas in the midst of loud, full laughter. Katie’s found the perfect technique to drive her crazy, gently but deeply rubbing a small, soft pressure point in her tensed up armpits. Katie only smiles with enjoyment, tickling her helpless captive whose now forced to throw her head side to side as her shoulders try to pivot her armpits away from the torture.

Katie is getting her so good, she can’t stand it.

“Katie STAHP!!!” She begs, slightly more serious, be driven mad by the tickling, feeling weak. Katie goes back to dancing her nails across her entire armpits, still making Dodger seize and try to twist for a minute.

She switches to her ribs, squeezing and kneading them, making poor little Dodger cringe with cute, torturous laughter. Dodger’s laughter changes volume and pitch, signaling a paralyzing, fatigued tone. She really can’t take the rib tickling but she’s getting too tired to fight it anymore.

“OHHhhoho my Gohohod!! You’re ehihhivil! Don’t!! Plehehehease!” She arches her back off the bed weakly, begging right up to Katie’s face as her arms remain held back.

Unfortunately for her, Katie is still loving it too much- seeing playful, cute little Dodger begging to not be tickled has bring out her sadistic side.

After tickling Dodger for a couple minutes more all over her upper body, Dodger has sweat on her head. Her face is red with helpless laughter and giggles. Katie stops and gets off her, leaving her laying there exhausted and tied down while she stands up with her hands on her hips.

Dodger gulps to rewet her mouth and throat, catching her breath, panting with her chest rising and collapsing.

“Im gonna get you back for this Katie” she mutters dizzily.

“Oh are you?” Katie replies. She sits back on the bed, next to her feet and wraps an arm around her tied ankles.

“No Katie STOP!” She begs, smiling again fearfully.

Katie starts raking her nails into her arches, making her giggle and squirm like a worm, bucking her pelvis weakly and trying twisting her body.

“Are you still gonna get me back? Huh? You gonna get me back?”

Dodger holds off, trying to defy Katie. She’s suddenly able to break a wrist free! And unties the other one quickly while still getting her feet tickled. Katie doesn’t see it. Her back is still turned away.

Dodger coils forward at Katie and tickles her sides and ribs with a vengeance, making her fall backwards into her on the bed.

“AHH! No! how’d you get frehehehehe!?!” The tickling cripples her into a ticklish, giggling ball. Dodger pulls her tied ankles behind herself and pushes Katie down into the mattress, looming over her and tickling relentlessly in her sides, belly, and around her pinched shut armpits.

“TRUCE! TRUHUHUHUHUCE!!” Katie squeals, throwing her head back laughing.

Dodger finally quits, untying her ankles.

“Fine. Truce..” She concedes. She’s finally able to stand up and recover from Katie mercilessly tickling her.  

“Jeez! You’re an evil tickler Katie!” She says, only half joking, huffing from still catching her breath.

Katie smirks. “Ha sorry you’re just sooo ticklish, I couldn’t help myself. And you did still start it” she says, trying to use that as an excuse to justify tickle torturing Dodger. Dodger didn’t say anything more and they moved on to doing other things. More time passed and it was almost time to go. They gathered their stuff and headed out the door.

Dodger commented as they left -“You know Katie, they say revenge is a dish best served cold. Your day will come.” She teases, secretly very serious about getting Katie back one day.. when she doesn’t suspect it….

Leslie and Claire - F/F Tickling Story

These characters are original characters. The story involves a lesbian relationship, teasing, tickling, flirting, etc. 

Its a bit softer than my other stories. Hope you like it!

 

    Leslie had just come home from a stressful day at work. The 27 year old blonde walked into her house to find her new girlfriend Claire, sitting on the couch watching Netflix. She recently rented out her extra room to Claire for some extra income.

“Hey Claire!”

Claire was a 5’5 brunette with very light brown eyes. She was only 22 and was a server at a restaurant nearby and also finishing college. She found Leslie’s listing on Craigslist three months earlier.

After meeting once, she was allowed to move in. She and Leslie had really hit it off and became romantically involved shortly after Claire moved in. Claire never really played sports and she was no gym rat, but she had a cute, tight supple body with soft curves. Her skin was somewhat pale, a honey golden tone to her tannest areas of her body. She was friendly and had a cute, dimpled smile.

“Hi!” She replied with her typical bubbly demeanor. Her ponytailed hair whipped from side to side when she turned her head.

Leslie went to her room and took a quick shower before changing into more comfortable clothes- some fuchsia-colored mini cotton shorts and a black tank top with her gorgeous straight blonde hair hanging down behind it, slightly wet still.  

“Whew! I need a glass of wine!” Leslie said walking back in to the kitchen barefoot as she flipped her dirty blonde hair behind one of her tan shoulders. “Want one?”

“Sure!” Claire replied. She paused the show and walked to the kitchen too, straightening her tight maroon tank top over the waist of her loose-fitting heather grey pants. Leslie had opened the bottle and was putting her hair in a ponytail when Claire walked by to grab a glass in the cupboard.

Leslie had her elbows up and back, exposing her bare underarms. She had a sexy, slightly defined back and toned arms from yoga and playing volleyball in college. She was 5’9 so she was taller than Claire.

The brunette glanced at Leslie’s sharp blue eyes as she walked by and playfully flicked her fingernails into the smooth pale skin under her arm for a moment when she passed by. Leslie flinched and cracked a smile.

“Hard day at work?” Claire started pouring glasses for both of them.

“Yeah, I feel kinda tight and stressed today.” Leslie said, rubbing the back of her neck. They chatted and sipped their wine.

“I can scratch your back or rub your shoulders if you want” Claire remarked. Leslie finished her sip off wine, pondering the question.

“Ok.. yeah sure that sounds really nice.”

Claire led her into her room. It was well decorated but simple and felt spacious. Her bed was in the middle of the back wall of the room.

They both sat down on her bed. Leslie sat indian-style in front of Claire with a pillow in her lap and stripped her shirt off, only wearing her strapless red balconette bra and shorts now. She took a deep breath and inflated her chest and back then released it.

Claire began lightly pawing her fingers straight down her back. She used the pads of her soft fingertips and slightly dragged a bit of her nails down her skin. She undid Leslie’s ponytail and ran her fingers through her flowing hair, lightly scratching her back through it at the same time.

Then she tucked it over her shoulder and scratched more of her bare skin, giving Leslie relaxing chills and tingles while her fingers pass around her neck, down her shoulder blades, the back of her ribs, down her spine…

Claire started side-swiping and dragging her fingers diagonally, keeping the motions fresh and soothing. She rubbed her shoulders briefly then trailed her fingers along the tops of them and down around her arms. When she drew them back up, she flexed her fingernails a bit more and subtly wiggled them in on the softest parts of the backs of her inner arms.

It tickled Leslie but pleasurably. She got goosebumps and only felt bliss, her stress had disappeared. She cracked a smile when Claire continued the motion down the edges of her ribs to her sides before feeling her nerves helplessly spasm.

Claire watched her soft obliques and lower outside back flex. She felt them tense up underneath her teasing fingernails as she transitioned back into simple stroking of her nails up and down, pressing them in progressively deeper as she stroked the sensitive smooth skin of her sides. Leslie finally couldn’t take it and flinched, arching her chest away from Claire and pinching her shoulder blades together.

“HA! Heheh that tickles too much.” Leslie said, still looking away from her.

Claire smirked, watching her sexy back arch and her muscles convulse slightly - “Hey will you lay on your back? I wanna try something.”

Leslie twisted back to look at her out of the corner of her eye. “Ok, what’d you have in mind?” She laid on her back with Claire still sitting at her head.

“Spread your arms directly out, Im gonna lightly tickle them.” Leslie hesitated, keeping her arms folded at her sides.

“Mm..I think that’s gonna tickle too much, I dunno if I can keep them there.”

“Well I can use these” Claire answered, leaning over to grab the velcro straps connected under the bed.

She smoothly strapped one extended wrist in before Leslie protested. “Hold on, what are you doing?”

Claire did the other and then Leslie pulled against them and realized she was tied down.

“Hey hold on Claire..” She looked up, rotating her head and chin up toward her. “Heh, this is kinda kinky…Where’d you get these?”

“Oh I’ve had em for a while.” She placed her palms on her wrists.

“Well dont tickle me too much ok? Thihis is totally not fair.” Leslie says playfully already giggling, excited by Claire’s bold move.

Her arms were strapped directly out from her shoulders and her feet were still free but Claire was sitting at her head.

Claire teased her wrists, running her nails along the soft subtle veins running under her thin silky skin of her forearms toward her elbows. Leslie smiled and closed her eyes, her hands slightly fisted up when Claire tickled the inside of her elbows. Her nails tapped and teased the nerves.

As she continued along, she started to rapidly but VERY lightly stroke and skitter her nails back and forth along her slightly muscular, yet ultra soft, pale inner arms. She watched her toned muscles twinge and contract. It finally teased too much and Leslie giggled and flinched, making her chest jiggle.

“Hehehe you like the view up there?” She teased back at Claire when she notices her gazing at her cleavage and watching her flat belly bounce when she giggles.

“Yeah I do” Claire replied with an easy smile, the dimples in her cheeks showing. She leaned down and planted an inverted kiss on Leslie’s lips. She hovered just above her face and launched a slow methodical tickling assault in her armpits- scratching her nails shallowly into her soft hollows.

“HAAAhahahah no don’t!! No it tickles so bahahad!!” She bursts into laughter and yelps and turns her head away from Claire. Her eyes squint shut and she pulls on her restraints. They had a little give but not enough to protect her open arms.

“Aww are your wittle armpits really tickwish?” Claire teases grinning.

“SHHUHUDDUP!!!” Leslie giggles. She bucks her hips and scoots her shoulders closer to Claire so she can close her armpits a bit more.

Claire gets up and shifts to Leslie’s side, kneeling on the bed. “Let’s try some other spots.”

She reached to her sides and planted her fingernails in, wiggling them in place. Leslie’s cheeks puffed up and blushed. She grinned, trying not to laugh.

“Ohhh..” She moaned at the sensation, holding in her laughs.  “Its.hehe…its so sensitive there.”

“Yeah?” Claire replied softly, a hypnotized expression on her face, visibly turned on and tranced by her girlfriend’s sexy body. She wanted to pin her more.

She straddled Leslie’s thighs and hips, forcing her belly to stretch and flex taut- immobilizing her further.

She deliberately tickled the back of her sides so she’d be forced to arch her back to try and escape it.

“Nohoho I cant move at all now Claire!” She protests giggling toward the ceiling. Her arched back forced her toned stomach to fully stretch… Claire waited for just the right moment to plant a vicious raspberry into one side of her stretched belly. “PFFFFFTFFTTT!!!”

“BAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” Leslie totally loses it! Her body seizes intensely while she explodes with high pitched laughter. All four limbs pull toward the sky, trying to coil.

“PLEEEHEHASEASE!!!! DONTDOTHATAGAIN!!” She begs urgently, knowing she is vulnerable. Claire keeps her same evil grin looking up at her with her hands pressing up against her back, keeping her stomach arched and helpless… but she relinquishes and merely plants a cute kissing peck on her belly button.

Claire sits up to take her hair out of its ponytail and sheds her tank top, revealing her favorite red-orange bra and her own cute belly to Leslie as she strips. The tank top gets thrown to the side.

She flattens her back with her hair hanging over her shoulders and looms over Leslie’s belly with her hands planted into the mattress. She looks up at Leslie through her hair, giving Leslie she sexiest look she’s ever seen as her supple cleavage hangs for her viewing pleasure. Both of them feel their quickened pulses flowing smoothly through their body.

Claire leans down, arching her back and flaring her sexy ass in the air. She pulls one corner of Leslie’s little fuchsia colored shorts back at the hip and teases it momentarily with her index finger.

Leslie turned her head back and bit her lip with pleasure when Claire powerfully kissed the inside of her ticklish hip, slightly tensing up her whole body from the pleasurable sensitive feeling of her soft lips smooching her vulnerable ticklish spot. Leslie’s mind swirled with constant teasing pleasure- she felt totally lost in it. A sensitive wave of pleasure chilled through her body and she rapidly twitched and swiveled her hips for a moment as Claire’s lips massage into the nerves of her hip and waist. She grips the sheets and her pelvis stiffens.

Then Claire skittered her nails all over her belly, causing Leslie’s erotic tension to collapse into weakened squirming and uncontrollable laughter.

“NOOOOHOHOO!!!!!!!” She squeals intensely, her belly bouncing and her arms pulling on the straps.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OHMYGOD CLAIRE!!! HAHAHAHA!!! CLAIRE!!!?!?” Leslie pleads nervously but is still enjoying it. Claire continues relentlessly, an evil glint in her eye.

Leslie pinched her eyes shut and gleeful little tears of tickle torture squeezed out of the corners while she writhed helplessly at Claire’s whim.

Claire finally gave Leslie a breather and knelt at her side again, taking visual note of her armpits now.

She teased along her arms again with her nails, flickering them inward and out, occasionally delivering glancing strikes to her armpits.

Leslie was getting teased to the edge. The flurries of nails tickling all over her shoulders, arms, chest and armpits start to work her nerves sensitivity up until its like a static charge has built up along her arms and armpits. Every masterful touch of Claire’s fingers makes her want to jolt or somehow escape the charged teasing. Any intensified stimulation and she’s going to detonate with sensitivity…

Claire was well aware of this, knowing exactly what she was doing. She tucked her hand under one shoulder and pressed her palm up against it, flattening Leslie’s sensitive smooth fluffy-soft armpit. Without warning, she plunged her mouth into it and intensely kiss-nibbled it cruelly!

“WAAAAAAHHAHAHAHEHEHE STAAAHP!” Leslie squeals with unbearable sensitivity from the teasing attack.

As soon as she feels it, her armpit and every muscle within radius convulses, releasing all the built up sensitivity in her upper body and twitching with ecstasy. She howled with laughter then violently tugged and squirmed trying to escape the feeling. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“OK CLAIRE HAHAHAHAHA YOURE EVIL!!! STAHAHAHP!!!!” Leslie begged and flexed, but secretly loved the crazy, overwhelming ticklish feeling.

Claire intensified her torture and kneaded her sides and belly wildly with all ten fingers, while she continued the oral tickle torture of her armpits- making her buck and wriggle helplessly.

Leslie lost her mind. She’d never had someone tickle her this well, it was such an unbearable experience yet it felt so good with Claire doing it, she became turned on in a way she never had before.

Claire finally stopped when Leslie begged enough and looked up at Leslie with a devilish grin.

“Do you want me to stop now Leslie?” She asked nicely.

“Um yeah my arms are sore.” She begged cutely.

“Ok, but I want to try one more spot…” She raised a finger and planted it into her belly button and wiggled it.

“NO dohohohon’t do that!!” She giggled and cackled in protest, throwing her hips up and squirming her belly and arms.

“Claire! Stahahp! I don’t wanna play anymore!” She giggled light-heartedly, but getting worn out.

“Ha fine.. just a little more” She leaned down and kissed and lickled her belly button. Leslie tossed her head back immediately. “Hahaha! you bitch!…hehehe ok ok!” Claire finally stopped.

Leslie had a permanent ear-to ear smile on her face, even though it was sore from so much laughter. She shook her head at Claire- “I hate you so much..” She says sarcastically.

“Sure you do babe.” She groped her a bit to tease her then let her wrists go.

Leslie hugged Claire and passionately kissed her on the bed, unclipping her bra….Their night was just getting started and it ended up being a very long night for both of them…So much so, that Leslie had to take the next day off…And Claire skipped her classes.

 

THE END

This story was a request from HappyTriangle, happytriangle.deviantart.com.  It involves massage, groping, and tickling.

Charlotte McKinney is an Instagram babe and model. Maria is GentleWhispering of Youtube who is the most subscribed ASMRtist on the planet (550K subs at this time).

(If you don’t know what ASMR is, look it up!)

In this story, the characters will be wearing what the links below show them in. Enjoy!

Charlotte McKinney modeling -

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Maria looking gorgeous–

www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgnWF9…

 

Charlotte and Maria

Charlotte met Maria by chance one day while eating at a local bistro. Both were with a couple friends and Charlotte had noticed Maria by appearance from viewing her ASMR videos on Youtube. She walked up to her and introduced herself. Maria’s eyes lit up at how beautiful Charlotte looked and was thrilled that she was a fan. They talked for several minutes and both their friends left but Maria and Charlotte stayed chatting, talking about how Charlotte is actually a model and partially got her career started through Instagram.

Maria brought up that she’d be willing to continue chatting at her place sometime and perhaps give her a personal soothing massage with ASMR elements mixed in. Charlotte accepted and they picked a day the next week to get together.

 

Charlotte arrived at her door. It was a cold rainy day. Maria greeted her warmly at the door and walked her in. She made them both some hot tea and began giving her a brief tour of her home as Charlotte warmed up. Charlotte took off her jacket just as Maria glanced over to her and Maria couldn’t help but notice her tremendous… assets pressing against her white tank top. They continued talking, discussing Maria’s Russian expatriation and how she came to the US. After they finished the tea, Maria offered her the aforementioned personal massage.

“Yes I would love one!” Charlotte replied exuberantly. “I had a stressful day and did a shoot with Guess Lingerie. I hope you don’t mind- Im still wearing some of it.”

Maria smiled calmly and turned toward an extra bedroom that had a bed covered in silk sheets.

“Sure that’s ok. We can do the massage in here.” She spoke with such calmness in her voice.

Charlotte follows her and begins taking off her jeans and shirt. Maria tends to her room and grabs her massage oil and a towel so as not to stare as Charlotte strips down her sexy body. She sees Charlotte is wearing her black lace bra and black lace underwear.

Charlotte lays down on the bed over the large towel with her stomach down and folds her arms under her head, turning her face to the side.

“Sorry… I didn’t bring more.. suitable clothing, I came straight from the shoot.” Charlotte remarks bashfully.

“Oh its totally fine.” Maria replies courteously with almost a hint of professionalism.

Maria kneels on the bed next to her and begins rubbing her arms toward her shoulders, gently kneading her tan skin and softening the muscles beneath. She applies a small amount of oil to the center of her back and shoulders and continues.

“Does that feel nice?” She whispers, using her trademark whispering ASMR voice.

“Mmhm” Charlotte hums. Maria can feel her body loosening under her fingers as her voice melts her cares away.

She rubs her the middle of her back. “Do you mind if I undo this for the massage?” She says tapping on her bra clip. Charlotte nods her head with her eyes closed. Maria undoes it and moves it out of the way then returns to massaging her back.

“You know, I only moved into this house recently. I really like it.”

Each syllable rolls off Maria’s tongue and lips making soothing relaxing sounds, each hard ‘s’ subtly whistling to her ear. Maria’s mild Russian accent mixed into her English syntax puts Charlotte at complete ease.

“Mm, you really do have a beautifully pleasant voice Maria” Charlotte says quietly, still keeping her eyes closed.

“Thank you” Maria replies, slowly her speech down and dragging the words out calmly as she whispers a little closer to Charlotte’s ear.

The energy in the room is so tranquil and peaceful. Both individuals breathing slows down tremendously. Charlotte releases an audible exhale among the dead silence as Maria loosens her back and pleasantly shifts her hands up to her shoulders again. She arches her fingers up, only allowing her palms to rub her upper back then as she pulls them down, relaxes her fingers back down and drags the tips all the way down to her lower back, still pressing her palms in as well.

Charlotte’s lost in a daze- soaking in how good it feels. She has the subtlest smile and feels so comfortable with Maria.

Maria begins lightly tapping all ten of her fingertips up and down her back, up her spine, down the edges, keeping her hands and motions symmetrical on both sides while she massages and slowly taps. She hovers her hands wider, her fingers tapping closer to Charlotte’s tender sides and ribs.

Charlotte is more sensitive there. Her nerve endings tingle and slightly spasm as Maria goes all the way down to her hips and lower sides. It sends pleasant chills through her body. She grins and her cheeks swell.

Maria then spreads her fingers as wide as possible and plants them into her sides and lower ribs, only to collapse them inward toward each other as they pull across the surface of Charlotte’s flesh, creating a light squeeze. The motion makes Charlotte briefly tense up. It slightly tickles but still feels nice so she remains still. She doesn’t want to disturb Maria’s process.

But Maria knows what she’s doing… She smiles to herself as she watches Charlotte’s struggle to not reveal that it tickles her.

She moves up to Charlotte’s arms and sinks the pads of her fingertips in near her elbows, enough pressure to where her glossy white-tipped fingernails also make contact with Charlotte’s tan skin. She pulls them down teasingly close to the edges of her arms, almost to their undersides and the inner arm. Charlotte likes it but almost can’t stand it. It’s dangerously close to her ticklish underarms as Maria’s nails inch toward her shoulders. Her muscles quiver.

Maria watches gleefully at her shoulders and back muscles contracting as she deliberately teases her on the edges of her ticklish zones. She lets off though and goes back to massaging into the tissue of her back and shoulders for a minute.

“Charlotte..” She whispers only a foot from her ear- “Would you like to try a massage on the front? Its rather unorthodox but Im sure you’ll like it.” Her voice is so serene and hypnotizing, Charlotte readily accepts. She turns over, finally opening her eyes. She reclips her bra behind her back then lays down flat again.

“How does this work?” She asks. Maria begins by stretching her arms over head. She reaches up and ties some velvet scarfs to her wrists. The knots are quite snug but comfortable.

She glances down to see Charlotte’s questioning face and remarks- “It’s for blood flow. It induces a more relaxing circulation through the torso.”

Charlotte doesn’t understand but doesn’t question it either, she feels too comfortable and trusting of Maria as she softly speaks. She stands up and walks to her feet and begins massaging them for a moment. Charlotte relaxes and closes her eyes again. She feels Maria’s warm palms and fingers run up and down her soles and toes then caress the tops of her feet.

Suddenly two more velvet scarfs run up her soles then over her feet and wrap around her ankles softly. Maria stops massaging her feet after a couples of minutes then walks back around the bed to her side. Charlotte is completely unaware that the scarfs around her ankles are tied to the bed’s legs underneath just like the wrist scarfs.

Maria reaches up to her arms and soothingly squeezes them at the elbows. Tightening her grip on them then releasing and sliding down, repeating down to her upper armpits. She notices Charlotte’s sexy torso tremble with sensitivity there and stops.

She rubs her curvy hips and around her sides over her ribs, but softly and warmly, not tickling her.

“That feel ok?” She asks nicely. “Yeah it feels good actually.”

Charlotte hears the click of the massage oil bottle opening. “Im just going to apply a little bit of this” Maria says, tapping on the bottle with her nails for a moment. She pours some into her palm and puts the bottle aside.

Charlotte turns her head to the side and closes her eyes again. She feels Maria’s oiled hands slide over her smooth belly then down her sides. She loses track of time as she her torso loosens and loosens, Maria’s adept hands making her at ease- rubbing her arms and sides and stomach and… chest?

She notices Maria’s hands begin rub down the inside of her shoulders to the top of her chest and gently rub her breasts. She presses and squeezes lightly. Charlotte starts to feel uncomfortable. She opens he eyes and turns her head to other side and glances at Maria.

“Is this normally part of the massage?”

“Yes it helps balance out the torso’s looseness and soften the tendons and intercostals.” She sounds so assured but Charlotte is still uncomfortable as she seemingly is groping her voluptuous boobs. She even drags a bit of her nails over the top of them. It sends chills through Charlotte’s body, feeling ultra-sensitive.

“Umm- intercostals?” She murmurs.

“Yes” She whispers. “They’re muscles that run throughout the chest and torso and facilitate expanding and contracting the chest cavity. They mostly run right here between the ribs.” She shifts her hands below the bra and drags her nails torturously up between her ribs, almost lifting her rib cage as they carve around to her sternum.

“EAYYAHH!” she squeals as she arches her back and busty chest into the air. “Oh my gosh, that tickles.”

“Oh you aren’t ticklish are you?” Maria whispers teasingly.

“No I..” She tries to pull her knees up but her ankles are stopped by the restrained scarfs.

“Hey! My feet are stuck down there!”

“I know” Maria murmurs softly. She locks eye contact with Charlotte, a certain glint of naughty excitement in her eye. Charlotte starts to feel more uncomfortable and tries to pull her arms down, but the scarfs pull taut and stop her.

It finally dawns on her that she’s completely tied down.

“Hey.. uh.. Maria you gotta let me out of here.” She says nervously.

“Why? So you can get away?” She taps and scrapes four fingers swiftly and deeply into her nearest hip and lower waist.

“NUUHAHEHEHE! Don’t!” She jumps her hips away from Maria. “No really Im so ticklish.”

“Are you? Like where? Here?” She flurries her tapping fingernails over her curvy belly button. Charlotte sucks in then bounces her stomach up reflexively. She tries to pull her arms down.

“Seriously Maria!” She says giggling trying to escape Maria’s teasing fingers on her belly. She stops then deeply carves her nails down her sides. Charlotte bucks her hips at the end of the motion.

“HAAAHAHA!!! Maria really!” she shrieks.

“Ok Im sorry.” She says, maintaining her calm ASMR voice. She stands up again and goes to her feet, placing her wrists against her toes and cocking her nails back underhand, ready to attack her soles.

“NO! No Maria! NO MARIA!!” She begs as Maria devilishly grins at her and pushes her feet up with her wrists.

“Ticklish here?” Her wicked fingernails unload an assault of ticklish scrapes and scratches of her bare feet. Charlotte’s legs immediately tense up and her restrained fists go weak and shake as she flails her torso around. She tries to wiggle her feet but Maria’s skilled fingers track every move of her sleek soles.

“PLEEEEEHEHHEASE!!! STOHOHHOHOP IT!!!” She screams and cackles. “YAAAASSSS IM TICKLISH THERE!!! AHHHHHH!!!” She tosses her head around.

“Cootchi Cootchi Cooooo!” Maria sings.

“STTAAAAAHPT IT!!!!” She squeals, the verbal taunt making it tickle even worse.

Maria stops then walks back and sits by her side. Charlotte’s breathing is far quicker now, her blood pulsing smoothly through her freshly massaged body. She cowers anxiously as Maria just gives her an easy smile.

“This is not relaxing.” Charlotte says trying to joke about it, hoping Maria will stop.

“THIS isn’t relaxing?” She rakes her nails down the two prominent columns of her abs. They ticklishly quiver as Charlotte sucks them in.

“AHHHhehehe! NO! It tickles so much! Its intolerable.” She whimpers and giggles, her cleavage slightly jiggling as she wiggles.

“You mean like you cant stand it?” Maria does it again. And again. Raking faster and more deliberately. Clawing her nails down her long soft abdomen as Charlotte erupts with helpless laughter.

“STAAAAAAHAHAHP I CANT DO THIS!!!” She squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back, weakly trying to shuffle her abdomen away but Maria just leans across the bed and continues.

“PLEEEEAASE!!! OK OH MY GOD ICANTSTANDIT!!!” She urgently yells her words out. Maria stops and slowly paws her soft fingertips down her sides.

Charlotte blinks rapidly and catches her breath.

“Oh my god” She says exhaling. “This is like torture Maria, please let me out.”

“Mm just a little more?” She straddles one of her thighs.

“Just some light tickling?” She starts spidering her pinned inner thigh, her nails BARELY making contact with her sensitive flesh.

“AHHHHH!!! JESUS!” She swings her head and arches up a bit to watch her trapped thigh being tickled by Maria’s masterful fingernails.

“NOT RIGHT THERE!!! EEEHHAHAHAA!!” She collapses back onto the bed as Maria smirks, lightly tickling an incredibly sensitive area she’s pinned down.

“OOOH its SOO ticklish right there!” Maria teases with a big smile. She stops after a moment more and leans over to her belly again.

“What about right in here?” She articulates each syllable so clearly and precisely then she looks into Charlottes eyes with a grin and lowers her index finger toward her belly button. Charlotte braces with terror.

“Stop!” She almost begins laughing before Maria touches her. She twirls her finger above her navel then plunges it in, wiggling it wildly. Charlotte pulls tenaciously on her restraints.

“STOOOOOOP!!!!!” She howls to the ceiling. The sensation of Maria’s ticklish finger burrowing into her deep sensitive navel walls momentarily drives her insane. Maria refuses to let up, using her other hand to knead and squeeze her side.

“NOOOHOHO OHH MARIA! STOP!!!!” Charlotte’s body is really hot now. Maria pulls her fingers away but begins dancing them in the air above her armpits, taunting her and teasing her mind. She’s still pinning her thigh down, keeping Charlotte immobile.

“Maria don’t! This is going too far!”

“D’aww its only spot I haven’t tickled though!” Her waggling fingernails dive down like hawks and begin scraping and pecking at her vulnerable delicate underarms, even grazing the sides of her breasts. Charlotte immediately feels a rush of panicked sensitivity in her armpits flooding her mind. Maria’s expert fingers tickle her so intensely, she practically blacks out for a brief moment as she clinches her eyes closed and small tears press out while she explodes with laughter. Her arms try to pull down but they can’t protect her ticklish armpits.

“EYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!” She squeals and laughs uncontrollably. Her legs and feet lock up and her tits shake as she tries futilely to twist her shoulders.

“NO MORE!! NO MORE!!” She begs desperately. Maria uses her thumbs to press into her armpits and tickle her more then goes back to her belly.

She squeezes the inside of her hips and grips the back of them, not allowing them to squirm out of her grip as she tickles torture’s Charlotte’s waist. Charlotte bawls with laughter and her body squirms tightly and intensely.

“HAAAAAAHHAHAHPLEEEEEASE STOP!!! IT TICKLES SO DAMN BAD!!” Charlotte has such a hard time handling the hip tickling and screams. Maria finally releases her grip and Charlotte pants desperately for air and relief.

Her relief is short-lived. Maria rests her wrist on the side of her stomach and points her index finger into her belly button. “Don’t do it!” She begs, still catching her breath. Maria shakes her index finger, its soft pad pressing against the bottom of her navel.

“NOOOO!!!! IT TICKLES!!!! PLEEEEASE MARIA!!!” Her stomach and hips try to press up but Maria’s finger just presses in more, shaking up and down diagonally. Maria gazes at her sexy restrained body as she tortures her belly button. She bites her lip and stops.

“Maria you gotta- AHHHHHHH!!!! STAHAHAHAP IT!!!!” Maria interrupts Charlotte, attacking her tummy with all her fingers wiggling maddeningly into her helpless outstretched belly for several torturous minutes before relenting.

Charlotte gets really light-headed, her body’s now covered with perspiration and damp with heat. Maria slows down and teasingly paws her wicked fingernails up and down her belly, still making it quiver weakly.

“Maria this is insane, Im going to pass out.” She pleads. Her eyes rolling around in her head from Maria’s torment.

“Ohhh you’re definitely going to pass out Charlotte. I laced your tea with an amnesiac drug. You aren’t going to remember a thing.” She reveals.

“Whaaa---…… What?” Charlotte’s vision blurs then goes black as she passes out finally.

 

She wakes up with all her clothes on except her jacket. She’s sits up from laying on Maria’s couch and sees her watching a movie in another chair.

“Hey Charlotte.” She says in her soothing cordial voice. “You fell asleep after we finished the tea. I didn’t want to wake you.” She grins innocently.

“Oh, wow Im sorry, I… I guess I was tired.” Charlotte replies, rubbing the side of her head.

“Oh my gosh, its getting late. I should probably go..” She stands up feeling slightly woozy.

“Wow I slept for a while ha.” She blushes, somewhat confused.

“Well it was great to see you Charlotte!” Maria replies cheerfully as she grabs her jacket.

“Yeah we should do it again sometime.”

“Sure and maybe I can give you that massage I promised.” Maria comments slyly.

“Oh yeah! Definitely!” Charlotte answers quickly, revealing that she has no recollection of what happened.

She walks out the door.

Maria turns to her kitchen and grins from ear-to-ear devilishly, thinking about how she’ll do it again…

 

 

THE END

This is a F/F Tickling Story request from karma-beetle.deviantart.com

Both characters are OC for the story. It is a belly/navel focused tickling story per request. Enjoy!

Chloe’s Day at the Park


Chloe had just graduated high school and decided to go out shopping on a partly cloudy, warm day.

She was 5’1 and had long straight blonde hair. She was quite tan and had a skinny yet slightly curvy body. Her big blue eyes always caught the eyes of others. She went out wearing blue cotton shorts, and a pink strapless crop top underneath a translucent white button down shirt which she left teasingly and fully unbuttoned to show off the middle of her soft tan belly.

After browsing for only a short time, she decided to go to the park nearby and laid down on the soft fertile green grass near a tree. The ground felt cool compared to the relatively hot, humid day. After laying for a while, she stretched her arms overhead, which let her unbuttoned white shirt slip off her belly and lay at her sides. Her shorts were of a low cut style and exposed much of her lower waist and hips. She tucked her hands behind her head as a cushion, inadvertently exposing part of her delicate armpits too, as her shirt stretched against her back and fell away from her torso.

She closed her eyes and daydreamed for bit.

After a while, her daydreaming was interrupted by the voice of an old woman.

“Excuse me young lady, do ya know if this clothing store is nearby?” She knelt beside her with a town center map pointing to a dot marked Olivia’s Boutique.

Chloe opened her eyes to see a very old woman with a very wrinkled face wearing jeans and a saggy long sleeve shirt. The red color was very faded and looked worn.

She glanced at the map- keeping her hands behind her head and using them to lift her head to look up at the map. She was essentially doing a crunch to look up at old hag’s map.

“Hmm…I don’t know of that store actually” she said noticing the woman’s ugly face
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The old hag rested her hand on Chloe’s tan stomach and slowly dragged it across as she babbled about how she was supposed to go there to pick up a gift or something.. It was almost background noise to Chloe who was distracted by the woman’s old bony fingers passing across her highly sensitive belly. Her stomach quivered as the fingers teased her most sensitive spots. Her eyes got huge and her stomach bounced once when her fingers passed the boundary between her abs and her side, a particularly bad spot for young Chloe.

“Uh-hmh” her voice quivers trying to not react ticklishly- “Let me see the map again.” She pulls her arms down and subtly moves the woman’s hand away.

“I hafta git that gift today” she reiterates with her deep southern accent. As Chloe uses both hands to look at the map, the woman rubs her palm down the center of her stomach, passing her navel. Chloe squirms.

“Um could you please not do that ma’am?” she says with a quiet polite tone using one hand to push hers away.

“Oh you have such a soft flat tummy dear” she continues to tease her, starting to rub her side and flex her fingers slightly.

“Kaah! No don’t, please.” her side flinches and her body suddenly gets more sensitive.

“Ya have such a beautiful belly though.” She continues passing the pads of her pale fingertips all over Chloe’s soft stomach. It starts really tickling her sensitive skin. She clinches her elbows to her ribs as she holds the map, trying to resist reacting but it tickles. Her stomach sucks in.

“Oh gosh that tickles ma’am.”

“Awl, does it?” the old lady grins and starts fluttering her fingertips down her belly toward one of her hips then quickly squeezes her hip just inside the bony landmark.

“Nyah!” she yelps as her soft stomach bounces again. She drops the map and tries to push the lady’s hand away, but the woman grabs both her wrists and places them at her sides.

“If you might could keep yer hands here honey, Im just want to look at this belly.” She says rather sternly.

Chloe is creeped out by the old lady but tries to obey politely, feeling too awkward and shy to protest more. The woman continues holding one wrist down and begins slowly spidering up her stomach then narrowly presses her fingers together and starts scribbling her pointed fingers into the area of her belly button, her fingers passing into her navel every few strokes.

“AH! Nohoho plehehease! Im really ticklish!” She squirms, flexing her feet and legs, trying to keep her arms away and stomach from moving. The hag slips her index finger into her belly button and swirls it around.

“AHHhaha STOP!” She lifts her hips, bucking slowly, trying not to react harshly or violently. She tries to grab the woman’s hand but she brushes it off.

“Bless your heart dear; please try to stay still, Im just examining it.” Chloe feels really uncomfortable. This old lady just keeps tickling her soft tan belly and she can hardly take it but doesn’t want to offend the ugly elderly woman.

“Keep your hands away.” She says strictly. Chloe tucks her free hand under back submissively, trying not to anger her.

The hag traces her fingers up and down her side, causing Chloe to tremble again as she tries to tolerate it. The hag brings her fingers across to her navel again and starts wiggling them directly into the center of her sensitive stomach.

“Nohhoho please don’t do thahaht ma’am” She bucks her hips intensely, unable to stay still.

The woman refuses to stop. She slips her finger into her navel again and wiggles it up and down against her soft walls of her belly button, then presses deep it into the bottom of her navel.

“AHHHAHAH no not there! HEEEHeheheh!!” She wiggles her hips and squeezes her eyes shut, laughing toward the tree above her.

“Does it really tickle that much dear?” she asks as if it isn’t obvious.

“YES! Hehehe please stop!” She pulls her hand out from under her back and swats the lady’s hand away.

“I told you to not do that.” She says assertively. She brings Chloe’s opposite arm across Chloe’s chest and bends her nearest arm up to her shoulder and locks both wrists in one hand then goes back to tickling poor little Chloe’s ultrasensitive stomach, rapidly tapping and wiggling her fingers into Chloe’s soft skin. Chloe bites her lip and tries not to laugh or move.

“Mmpfft!” Her face turns red.. “AHHAHAH no I cant!”

The woman begins kneading her fingers into the girl’s belly, especially on her spot where her abdominals and sides border each other, making her suddenly convulse with ticklish sensitivity.

“HAAAAAHAHA!!! seriously PLEASE! Ma’am! HAAHHAHA it tickles!!” The hag starts squeezing lower near her waist causing her to thrash and wriggle in place.

“BAHAHHAHA STOP! PLEASE! LET ME GOHOHOHO!!!”

She brings her knees up and tries to tuck them in over her stomach but the old hag blocks them off with her elbow. As Chloe struggles, she realizes the old hag is surprisingly strong compared to Chloe’s weak young body.

The old hag tickles and tickles and starts driving Chloe crazy.

“OK! Okahahaaay!!! I cant take it! REALLY!!!” She squirms and swivels her hips, trying to pull her arms away but the tickling weakens her, leaving her breathless. She struggles and giggles for a while before finally getting enough breath to yell.

“I CANT TAKE IT!!!!!” She shrieks, finally getting the old hag to stop.

“Oh Im sorry you poor thing, you really are very ticklish.” She remarks, grinning wickedly with her wrinkled face.

She releases her wrists but abruptly sinks all ten of her wiggling fingers deep into her soft belly, kneading her stomach and making her flail uncontrollably.

“AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Chloe tenses up and coils her abdomen, tucking her legs in and pinching her arms to her sides, trying to roll away from the elderly woman.

“PLEEEHEHEASE STOP IHIHIIHIT!!!!” She yells with a laughing smiling. After struggling for a while, she finally gets out of the hag's clutches and stands up panting then walks away, not saying a word to the hag.

“Oh Im sorry dear I was fixin to stop!” She exclaims as Chloe’s scurries away. Chloe hurried home and locked the door. She decided to button up her shirt from then on, remembering the old hag and how she tickle tortured her tummy.

The End