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Don't Ju-Lie To Me Part 2/4 - Sleepover Sadism
🕑 Added 2020-07-03 08:01:01 +0000 UTC"What's wrong, Zels?"
Zelda jumped up. She didn't realise that she'd been hiding behind her cushion. "What? Oh- I- hehe, I'm fine. Just- scary movies!"
She giggled anxiously as the other girls looked at her quizzically. Leanne's brow was furrowed. "We're not even at a scary scene yet. They're just being sexy horny teens. The Sick Sickler hasn't even showed up yet."
Piper chimed in, "Outside of the opening sequence."
"Yes, outside of the opening sequence."
Zelda squirmed, tucking her feet beneath her as her eyes flicked back and forth from the screen. "Um- the tension?"
Snorting, Piper set her popcorn aside. "C'mon, you're not that easily spooked! This film is kiddie stuff! You've never been such a scaredycat before!"
The wiser, more mature Isabel sensed Zelda's nervousness and began to tell the others to back off, before her eyes met the screen. 'Sexy Young Man #3' had jumpscared 'Sexy Topless Girl #6', knocking her onto the bed, and was...
She grinned, turning back to Zel.
"Is it because of the tickling?"
Zelda squeaked and jumped again. "Wh- what? Who's- what's- I-!"
She was surrounded. Leanne nudged her glasses up. "Elementary, love. You protest too much. The scariest horror is that which exposes our own weaknesses."
"And you did avoid the question earlier, while we were playing truth or dare." Piper shuffled closer; she sat on the foot of the bed, delicately nursing her manicure. "What kind of person gets that defensive when asked 'are you ticklish'? And then takes 'eat an entire lime, rind and all' as their forfeit to avoid having to answer?"
Isabel's weight was warm on Zelda's lap. "The kind of person who has to hide her face in a pillow when she's having her toenails painted."
"Ah, such an exemplary kind of person. Our very favourite kind, correct, ladies?"
"G-guyyyys~!" Zelda blushed deeper, suddenly yelping as she felt her legs being pulled out from under her, feet suddenly vulnerable. "I- I don't- eep!"
Leanne's arms wrapped around hers, pinioning them back. Damn, she was strong. Working in the library does that, she guessed, hefting heavy books and ladders around. The film played on, the generic female character batting her paramour with a pillow, warding off his vicious tickle attack.
"C-can we talk about this? I- I-!"
"Well, you can." Piper straddled one of Zel's thighs. She smelled of marshmallows. "We're all friends here, right, gals?"
"Yup!" Piper piped up from the end of the bed, examining Zel's feet.
"Affirmative." Leanne nudged her glasses with her shoulder.
"Great. And friends don't keep naughty little secrets from each other, do they?" She didn't wait for an answer, but kissed Zelda's nose. "So here's a fun little game we can play, Jelly-Zelly-Belly. The game is called 'Tickle the Nerd Until They Admit They're Ticklish'! And a geek like you should be great at it!"
Zelda's face went scarlet as she stammered. The words wouldn't come out - words like 'wait' and 'I can explain' and 'stay away from my hips' were lost in her throat.
"So, if we're all ready?"
Leanne audibly chuckled into Zelda's ear while Piper flexed her fingers.
"Three... two... one..."
Nothing.
Zelda was already giggling. It took her a moment to realise nothing was touching her.
"Good team-think, ladies." Leanne let out a snort. "What was that, Zelda, darling?"
"Nnnnoooothiiiing..."
"Aw, lying to your friends? That's not nice." Isabel pouted and placed her hands on Zelda's belly. "Ooh, feel that twitch! Let's start for real. Three... two..."
A long pause. Zelda opened one eye.
"Gotchu again~"
"You guys are just being meHEHEHEAN-!"
Ten skittering fingers dove into her sides mid-sentenced, wreaking a high-pitched giggling burst from her lips. Realising they'd begun, Piper joined the party, taking her freshly-manicured nails and dragging them down Zelda's long, soft feet in swift waves. Leanne did a solid job of pinning her arms back, even managing to drum her short nails on the base of Zelda's spine, feather-fluttering the tips of her fingers against the very top of her squirming nerdy butt.
"Hmhmhm, I never noticed the heart-shaped birthmark on your rump, Zelda, dear." The other girls looked over to Leanne's glinting glasses. "It's quite adorable."
"Whaaat? Let me see!"
"Pipe down, Piper. You're busy with her soles, consider yourself lucky."
"I mean, yeah. Gee, you wouldn't expect a gamer to have such nice feet-! I mean- no offence-"
"None tahahHAHAHAHAKEN!"
Fingertips danced at her quivering belly, stroking each inch of soft, ticklish skin. Behind her, Leanne continued to explore her birthmark.
"What a cute birthmark, though. Almost as if your darling little butt is just begging to be tickled!"
Her tone made Zelda nearly buck out of her grip, but she held fast.
"Simmer down now. Such a lovely mark must be appreciated. It's just like an angel's kiss. Perhaps that's why it's so sensitive?"
"Sensitive, Leanne?" Isabel winked. "Don't you mean... ticklish?"
"Oh, of course not!" She feigned ignorance with a gasp, pulling Zelda's arms tight to allow access to her heaving ribs. "Our little geeky friend would never be ticklish, now, would she?"
"Mmm, that's what I think. Maybe she can inform us, huh? Go on, Zelda, what are you?"
Zelda squeaked, feeling Piper play with her toes. "I'm- ehehe! I'm de-he- I'm delicahahate!"
"You're... delicate?"
Isabel chuffed, exchanging a glance with Leanne, then Piper.
"I don't think that's the right word, no... hm... what could it be? What could be making you laugh so loud?"
Her hands began to roam. Zelda's heart thumped.
"It's on the tip of my tongue... I just can't remember it."
Oohhh no. Oh no, nonono. Not there.
"Maybe giving a little goosey-goosey-goose to your hips would help jog my memory..."
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The other three paused, glancing expectantly to the quaking nerd, who was rapidly trying to catch her breath between giggles.
"Yes, Zelda? You had something to say?"
"I- I- Ihihi- I'm ti-"
"Go ahead, cutie, spit it out."
Zelda gulped. Here goes.
"I'm t-tickliHIHIHISH NO WAIT-!"
A scream of laughter was drawn from her body as Isabel's finges squeezed her hips, delighting in each squeak she earned; the tickling at her feet increased tenfold as Piper pinned her toes back to target her defenseless taut arches. Before she could plead, she felt Leanne's hands snake down to the top of her butt again and slowly, teasingly spider there, tickling steadily with only the lightest touches, light enough to-
"Wait, wait wait. Girls. Ladies. Hold the phone."
Isabel and Leanne looked back at Piper, letting Zelda pant for breath and helplessly gasp out prayers to some merciful non-tickling god.
"What's up?"
"Did you guys hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"She moaned." Her smile turned into a grin. "She moaned! Our little pet geek loves it!"
"Ah, so that's what the heart means." Leanne huffed matter-of-factly. "It means 'I heart tickling'."
"Is this true, Zels?"
Zelda remained quiet. Her face was beet-red with laughter and embarrassment, and having Isabel steadily grinding her shaking thigh didn't help her regain her composure at all.
"Well, if you won't tell us... then I think it's time for a Round Two of our game."
"Oh? Pray tell, Isabel."
The blonde lady reached into her drawer, pausing to shut off the film; nobody was watching it anyway, and nobody was in the mood to see teens get hacked up when they had a far more entertaining spectacle in the room with them. She drew out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs and a length of hardy red rope.
And a wand vibrator.
"It's called 'Let's Tickle and Edge the Super-Duper-Ticklish Nerd Until She Admits She Loves Being Tickled'."
Shifting her grip to hold Zelda's arms above her head, Leanne grinned. "Ooh, Isobel, you're quite the genius. Let's get this little piggy trussed up."
Zelda half-giggled and half-whimpered as the other girls pulled her body taut, Isobel kneeling by her side.
"Do you have work in the morning, Zelly-Belly?"
Wordless, Zelda shook her head, still trying to stifle giggles.
"Excellent."
She left a kiss on Zelda's belly.
"We can play with you all night~."
