Marlee's Vacation Tickles

There was not a cloud in the bright blue sky and the sun beat down on the concrete sidewalk, palm trees swaying slightly in the light breeze. Marlee lifted her head to face the warm sunlight, smiling. Though she loved living up north, she was very glad to have the chance to take a vacation to Florida, the aptly named ‘Sunshine State’. It was even more gratifying knowing that her friends at home in Connecticut were getting over a foot of snow, while Marlee was lounging around in eighty degree weather. Her smile widened and as she walked down the street, there was a new bounce to her step.

Feeling the sun beating down on her from above, Marlee pulled her long sandy blonde hair up into a ponytail on the left side of her head. Thankfully, she was dressed for the hot weather. In preparation for her vacation Marlee had gathered up all of her crop tops - and bought a few more - then brought them all to Florida with her. She had on a tight pink cropped halter top that was so short it only covered her breasts. She was also wearing a pair of short, light blue jeans shorts as well as old but comfortable black flip-flops. Marlee’s bare skin felt warm from the sun; her skin wasn’t overly pale but it was very light, and she was hoping that if she spent enough time out in the sunlight she would get a nice tan to bring home with her.

“Ooof!”

With a whuff of air Marlee tumbled to the ground, landing on her back with the breath temporarily knocked out of her. A hand went to her belly, which was soft, smooth, and nearly flat. It was also aching from feeling like someone had just given her a punch to the belly button.

“Whoa, sorry, are you ok?” a voice asked from above her. Marlee blinked her blue eyes and - still rubbing her belly - sat up to stare at the stranger who had bowled her over. It was a guy who looked to be around Marlee’s age, though maybe a few years older. She was only eighteen and he looked to be around nineteen or twenty. He had tan skin and jet-black hair with piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He wasn’t alone either; standing a few feet behind him was another guy, this one with pale skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. He appeared to be around twenty-one, and he was also wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Both of them looked to be about six feet tall - taller than Marlee, though, at five foot five most guys were taller than her - and they were both staring at her, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Marlee huffed, pushing herself up onto her feet.

The guy who had ran into her smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to where I was going.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “Hey, are you from around here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before. I’m Dylan, and this is Greg,” he said, gesturing to his friend.

“I’m Marlee. It’s nice to meet you. I’m actually just here on vacation.”

“Cool,” Dylan grinned. “Want to walk the town with us? We can show you the sights.”

“Alright,” Marlee agreed, returning Dylan’s friendly smile.

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For nearly an hour the two men took Marlee all over the town, showing her all the shops, restaurants, landmarks, and everything else she might want to see. Dylan and Greg were very friendly and although Dylan was definitely the more talkative of the two, they were both easy to talk to and Marlee found herself relaxing more and more the longer she spent time with them.

Just as the three companions were walking past a small ice cream shop, a loud gurgle escaped Marlee’s belly. She blushed and laughed. “Oops. Guess I’m getting a little hungry!” she exclaimed, patting her belly. It growled in reply.

“Want to come over to my house?” Dylan asked. “It’s just around the corner, and I can make us some lunch.”

“Sure,” Marlee answered. She wouldn’t mind spending more time with her two new friends, and she wanted nothing more than to get some food inside her empty belly.

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Dylan’s house was a small white one-story with a garage, a few bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and a living room. After giving her a quick tour, Dylan and Greg led her out to the backyard. They sat her down on one of the lawn chairs before going back inside the house to make some lunch. Marlee sat, admiring the yard. Though the front yard of Dylan’s house had been small, with just a little rectangle of grass and a few palm trees, the back yard was much more spacious. Though there was quite a bit of space between Dylan’s house and the neighboring houses, there was nevertheless a tall hedge - at least nine feet - stretching along the perimeter of the yard, ensuring privacy.

After about five minutes Dylan and Greg came back outside with three tuna fish sandwiches, a bag of potato chips, and three sodas. The two men sat on lawn chairs next to Marlee and they all dug in, chatting while they ate.

Once she finished her sandwich and chips, Marlee leaned back in her chair and sighed. “Thanks for the lunch, guys. It was great, and my belly was starving!”

“Our treat. You don’t need to head home yet, do you?” Dylan asked.

“No,” replied Marlee. “Unless you wanted me to leave?”

“Of course not!” Dylan exclaimed. “You can stay as long as you like.”

Marlee smiled and slouched back further into her chair. “Great. If it’s alright with you, I wouldn’t mind staying out here. I’m trying to soak in as much sun as I can while I’m here, and this spot is perfect for tanning!”

“Sure,” Marlee heard Greg’s voice say from behind her. “We’ve just got to get something in the house. Be right back.”

“OK.”

Marlee put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm feeling spreading all across her skin. Her belly felt nice and full, and the longer she lay in the bright sunlight the more tired she began to feel. Marlee did think it was strange that Dylan and Greg were taking so long - she didn’t know what they could possibly be doing inside. But it didn’t seem to matter so much, because she felt so comfortable and she was quickly falling asleep...

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“Mmmm, stahahahaap,” Marlee murmured, blinking sleepily. Something was poking her belly button. What was going on? Where was she? Marlee felt another jab inside her innie belly button and she went to brush the offending object away, but... her hands were above her head? Suddenly, Marlee remembered going home with Dylan and Greg, eating lunch, and falling asleep on the lawn chair. Her eyes flew open.

She was still on the same lawn chair, but instead of being in a chair position it had been lowered to a horizontal position, leaving her stretched out flat on top of it. Her arms had been pulled above her head and her wrists were tied together and bound to the top of the lawn chair (though it really couldn’t be called a chair anymore, since it had been turned into more of a flat bed). She had been tied up with rope, and her ankles were also bound together. More rope tied down the rest of her body; there was rope rubbing against the bare skin of her ribs right beneath her breasts, more rope stretched over her hips, and even more rope binding her knees.

Marlee lifted her head and saw Dylan and Greg sitting on either side of her belly. Dylan had his finger in her belly button and they were both looking at her, as if they had been waiting for her to awaken. “Whahahat’s going on?” Marlee asked, unable to keep giggles from escaping her lips at the feeling of Dylan’s finger wiggling inside her belly button. She squirmed a little, testing the ropes binding her to the lawn chair. “Seeheheheriously guys! This isn’t fuhunny, lehehet me go.” Marlee struggled hard against the ropes for a moment before squealing and bursting into soft giggles as Dylan’s index finger poked deeper into her belly button.

“Sorry Marlee,” Dylan said, a wide smile on his face as he played with her belly button. “You’ve pretty much been asking to be tickled.”

“What!?” Marlee squeaked.

“We’re going to tickle you, obviously,” said Greg with a wicked grin.

Marlee was at a loss for words. What had she gotten herself into? Before she could even think of how to react, Greg reached into a box near his feet and pulled out two feathers. Both were fairly large, but while one was long, colored brown with white and gray polka dots, and looked stiff, the other was thick, bright blue, and fluffy. Greg handed the fluffy blue feather to Dylan, keeping the stiff feather for himself. With a finger still prodding around inside Marlee’s belly button, Dylan used his other hand to start brushing the feather back and forth over Marlee’s belly.

Marlee jolted and desperately tried to suck in her belly, but her belly was already flat enough that it didn’t do much good. “Hahahahahahahahaha, aahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!” Marlee laughed as Dylan used the feather to stroke up and down her sides, around her belly button, across her ribs, and all over the rest of her belly. “Hahahahahaha! Stahahahahahaha, naahahahahahaha! Pleehehehehehehehe, ahahahahahahah, hahahahahahah, ehehehehehehehe! Doaaahahahahahahahaha, nahahahahahahaaa-”

Only moments later, Marlee saw Greg move down to kneel in front of her bound feet. He lifted the feather up, waving it around teasingly. “NO!” Marlee shrieked. “Plehehehehehe, nahahahaha, ahahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahaha, plehehehehehehehee, nahahahaHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAP! NAAAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHA-” Marlee howled with laughter as Greg began brushing the long, stiff feather over her soles, across her heels, and in between all her toes. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NAHAHAHA, HAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She writhed frantically, trying to escape the feathers tickling her immobile feet and belly. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHA, AAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

With twin smirks, Dylan and Greg mercilessly tickled Marlee for ages, until she was breathless with laughter. If she twisted her head backwards and to the side, she was able to catch glimpses of the numbers on the purple watch she wore on her wrist. According to her watch, Dylan and Greg had only been tickling her for fifteen minutes, but her watch had to be wrong or something, there was no way that it had been that short an amount of time...

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“Let’s give her a break,” Marlee heard Dylan suggest through her gasps of helpless laughter. The soft feather Dylan had been using was lifted off of her belly, and he pulled his index finger away as well, since it had been tickling her belly button for the entire time she’d been tied up. A moment later Greg also took his feather away, and her feet were blessedly free of tickling. As Marlee caught her breath and began to once again pull at the ropes around her wrists, she became aware of Dylan and Greg conversing above her.

“I don’t think I’m done with this yet,” Greg said. “It’s working pretty good.”

“Well, can you hand me the q-tip, then?” asked Dylan.

Marlee froze, before vigorously resuming her struggling. Were they going to tickle her even more? Why couldn’t they just let her go? She was deeply regretting having put on such a short, revealing crop top that morning. Marlee had always been very ticklish, the worst spots being her belly and feet. “Stop!” she cried breathlessly. “What are you doing? Let me go, right now!”

“Nope,” Dylan said cheerfully. “We’ve barely had a chance to tickle you!” With those words he took the small white q-tip Greg had given him and began swirling it around Marlee’s belly button. She began laughing almost immediately.

Taking his cue from Dylan, Greg resumed tickling her feet with the stiff brown feather. “HAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marlee had barely been given a chance to recover from her previous tickle torture, yet Dylan and Greg were content to tickle her without mercy. She was unable to do anything but squirm and laugh uncontrollably like a helpless schoolgirl. In a matter of minutes Marlee’s cheeks were flushed pink and she was once again gasping for air.

Taking pity on Marlee, Dylan took the q-tip out of her belly button and said, “I’ll give your belly a little bit of a break.” As Dylan reached into his pocket Marlee breathed deeply, her belly heaving. Though she was still chuckling softly from the feeling of the feather tickling her toes and the bottoms of her feet, it was nowhere near as bad as when her belly was being tickled as well. Looking back at Dylan she saw that he had pulled the soft, fluffy blue feather out of his pocket and was moving up to sit closer to her head. With butterflies fluttering in her belly Marlee watched in horror as Dylan began to wiggle the feather in her exposed armpit.

“Hahahahahahahahaha! Aaahahahahahahaha, staaahahahahahahaa! Don’t plehehehehehehehe, stahahahahahahahahap! Naahahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahaha,” Marlee laughed as the two men tickled her. While her underarms were not nearly as ticklish as her feet, belly, or belly button, they were still quite sensitive and ticklish. “Hahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, nahahahahahaaahahahahahahahaaa!”

Some of Marlee’s strength had returned to her after Dylan ceased to tickle her belly, and so while Greg kept brushing the feather over her feet and Dylan took turns tickling each of her armpits with the feather, Marlee struggled valiantly to get free somehow. It was to no avail, however. Whether it was Dylan or Greg - or perhaps both men - who had tied her up, they had done an excellent job. Unable to escape, Marlee was powerless to Dylan and Greg’s tickling whims.

For a while she kept glancing her watch, trying to keep track of how much time went by. Five minutes. Seven. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Fifteen. Eighteen. As the time went on she lost track and simply lay laughing and squirming as her armpits and feet were tickled.

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Eventually Dylan took the fluffy feather he was using away from Marlee’s armpit, saying, “You know what, I miss tickling your belly. It’s a lot more fun.” Marlee was laughing so hard that she couldn’t protest other than to shake her head. “Sure it is! Greg, where’s the box?” Marlee heard a scuffing, shuffling noise as if the box was being pushed underneath the chair. “Hmmm... ah, here it is!” Holding up the object for Marlee to see, she realized with a sinking feeling that it was a purple and white electric toothbrush. “Perfect.”

“Nahahahahaha, nooahahahahahaha,” Marlee begged. Dylan ignored her and pressed the button to turn on the toothbrush. It whirred to life and with a wicked smile stretching across his face, Dylan began circling Marlee’s belly button with the toothbrush. “Hahahahahaha, ahahahahahaha, naaaahahahahahahahah!” she laughed, growing more panicked by the second as the toothbrush moved closer and closer to her belly button. Dylan dragged the toothbrush around the rim of Marlee’s belly button before plunging it inside. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEHEHEHEHE, PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE! NAHAHAHAHAHA, NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You really do have a ticklish belly button,” Dylan smirked. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“NAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHA, AAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marlee squirmed and howled with laughter as the toothbrush dug around insider her belly button, buzzing as if to tell her that it would be tickling her for a long time. The spinning bristles of the toothbrush touched every tiny piece, every inch of skin inside Marlee’s belly button and her cheeks grew bright red as tears of laughter streamed down her face. “HAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

She could hear Greg laughing at her predicament as he continued to tickle her feet with the stiff brown feather and she laughed even harder, wishing she could somehow cover up her vulnerable belly button.

Suddenly, a cell phone began to ring. Dylan quickly clicked the button on the electric toothbrush and dropped it back in the box full of tickle tools before pulling an iPhone out of his pocket. He clamped a hand tightly over Marlee’s mouth and answered the phone.

“Hey!” Dylan exclaimed. “What’s up?”

“Mmmmmmph! Hmmhmmhmm, nnngh! Mmmhmmmph! Dnghnt!” Marlee cried through the hand gag. Though she was beyond relieved that her belly button was being given a break - however brief - the tickling that her feet were enduring was unbearable. She wiggled her feet as much as she could given her tied ankles. “Mmmph!”

“Yeah? Cool,” Dylan was saying to the caller. “Oh, that’s just the TV. Yeah, ok.”

Marlee struggled, trying to free her mouth, but Dylan’s hand was locked in a vice grip.

“No, that’s fine. Wait! Actually Kay, would you mind if me and Greg borrowed some of your paints? Yeah, those ones. It’s for a... project.” Dylan grinned. “Awesome, thanks sis!” He hung up the phone and stared down at Marlee, his grin growing even wider. “Lucky for you, my sister has some body paint that she says we’re welcome to use.”

Marlee’s eyes widened and she shook her head back and forth frantically, mmmph-ing through the hand over her mouth.

“Want me to go get it?” Greg asked, still tickling Marlee’s feet with the feather.

“No, I’ve got it,” replied Dylan. He released Marlee’s mouth and ran into the house. As soon as her temporary gag was gone the air was filled with Marlee’s loud hysterical laughter.

“Hahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nahahahahahahahaha, staahahahahahaha, ahahahaha, staaahahahahahahahahahahahahahah! Stahaaaahahahahahahahahaha-” she cried, squirming and twisting in the ropes as Greg wiggled the feather over her feet.

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By the time Dylan returned with a clear plastic box in his hand Marlee was breathless and gasping for air through her helpless laughter. Though her belly was thankfully no longer being tickled, she was still laughing so hard that she though her belly would burst.

“Hold up Greg,” Dylan said, sitting next to Marlee’s belly. After a few moments Greg reluctantly pulled the feather away from Marlee’s feet and moved to sit on the other side of her belly, mirroring Dylan’s position.

Marlee tried to pull air into her lungs as she lay defenseless on the flat lawn chair, watching Dylan and Greg unpack the box, which was filled with jars of paints and numerous paint brushes. Picking out four of the jars, in the colors green, blue, pink, and purple, Dylan handed the green and pink to Greg and kept the blue and purple for himself.

“These are nice colors, don’t you think?” Dylan asked. Too breathless to answer, Marlee just stared with wide eyes. Dylan pulled two paintbrushes from the box as well. To Marlee’s dismay they were both small paintbrushes, meaning that if the two men planned to paint her whole belly - and Marlee suspected that they did - then it would take them a long time.

Dylan and Greg opened the jars of paint and dipped the paintbrushes in. Right before Dylan’s wet brush touched her belly, Marlee flinched, expecting even more tickle torture. To her surprise and relief, however, the brush didn’t tickle nearly as much as she had expected. In fact, the sliding of the cool, wet paint over her hot skin felt good, almost like a massage.

Instead of helping Dylan paint her belly, Greg moved back to Marlee’s feet, which he seemed to like quite a lot. He began brushing the paint over her feet. Although it made Marlee giggle a little, it was nowhere near the torture she had to endure for over an hour prior.

Once she had caught her breath and the flush in her cheeks had died down some, Marlee asked, “A-are you going to lehehet me go after thihis?”

“Well, we’ll let you go sometime after this,” Greg smirked.

A frown crossed Marlee’s mouth, but she said no more, knowing there was likely nothing she could do. Lifting her head up, she could see the swirling blue and purple designs Dylan was painting on her belly. He didn’t seem to be making anything in particular, just random designs. When the brush dipped inside her belly button Marlee giggled, before continuing to watch her belly be painted.

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In a matter of less than ten minutes, the light skin of Marlee’s belly was covered up by a mass of blue and purple paint. It appeared that Greg had finished painting her feet as well.

“Can you untie me now?” Marlee couldn’t help asking.

“No, of course not,” said Dylan. “We need to get this paint off first.”

Marlee stared uncomprehendingly.

“Oh, did we forget to mention?” Greg asked.

“See, this is edible body paint,” Dylan informed her. Marlee’s eyes popped from her sockets. Before she had a chance to react Dylan leaned down and began licking her sides. At the same time Greg stretched forward and started licking the heel of her left foot.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Marlee shrieked, squirming as the two men licked the paint off of her sensitive skin. Their tongues were rough and torturous against Marlee’s skin. Slowly, Greg licked the paint off of Marlee’s left foot, starting at her heel and working all the way up to her toes. Dylan did the same, licking all of the paint off of the right side of her belly first. Marlee laughed so hard that her throat felt raw, and when Dylan’s tongue dipped inside her belly button and wiggled around, trying to get all of the paint, she felt tears begin streaming from her eyes. “BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHA, HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

Marlee laughed and laughed as Dylan and Greg licked all of the paint off of her feet and belly. It seemed to take forever, though Marlee knew realistically that it could not have been more than twenty minutes at the most. By the time they were finally finished she was laughing and crying so hard that, feeling lightheaded and unable to breathe in enough air, she passed out.

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As Marlee began to regain consciousness, she thought she felt fingers poking her belly button, stroking her belly, and wriggling over her bare feet. She was felt exhausted, and though the fingers on her belly and feet were very ticklish, Marlee could not seem to force herself to move, or even open her eyes.

It was more than five minutes before Marlee finally felt strong enough to blink her eyes open. Though she had been sure that fingers - Dylan’s and Greg’s fingers - had been tickling her only moments earlier, she appeared to be quite alone in the now-quiet backyard. What was more, she realized only seconds later, she had been untied.

Marlee jumped up from the still stretched-flat lawn chair, then steadied herself. Taking only the time to slip her feet into her worn black flip-flops - lying on the ground a few feet away from the lawn chair - she ran from the backyard, around the garage and out onto the street.

Once she was at least fifty feet away, Marlee slowed to a walk. She turned back to look at Dylan’s house; from a distance it looked serene, and if she hadn’t experienced it, she hadn’t believed that two seemingly-innocent strangers would find it fit to tickle torture her there for nearly two hours - if it hadn’t been longer than that. Shuddering, Marlee began to make her way home, rubbing her sore belly and vowing not to speak to any more strangers for the rest of her vacation.