I held onto the wall to keep myself steady as we descended the stairs, Katelyn giving me the odd poke and scribble on the ribs with her fingers while holding on to me with one arm, keeping me moving along but also preventing me from stumbling. We reached the landing on the main floor of the house, and she started prodding me in the sides, directing me over to the living room. "Okay, Robber, here we are at the station!" She declared, still keeping with the pretenses of the game. "Sit down on that chair and stretch yourself out, big-boy."
I dutifully sat down and raised my arms over my head, and she wasted no time in wrapping them in duct-tape, going over and around the tall head rest, tightly adhering my arms to it. She taped busily away at my shins, and then pulled the lever on the sides of the recliner, raising the foot rest, lowering the back rest, and pulling me out still further. "There! Now, to start questioning you properly..." I shifted in nervous anticipation as she lightly rested her painted fingernails on my belly, and then started lightly, slooowly dragging them down my sides.
I burst into giggles. My stomach had always been a particularlily sensitive spot, and I couldn't stop the continuous river of light laughter as her fingers gently danced around my abdomen, tracing shapes, elleptic circles and spirals, and slowly building momentum all the while. My laughing likewise picked up speed as her nails dug in deeper, swiftly poking my sides in succession. She joined all the fingers on her right hand togethor, forming a 'c' shape, and started rapidly digging them and her thumb into my sides. I verily exploded with laughter, twisting sideways and reflexively yanking on my sticky restraints to escape. "Awwww. Does the bad, bad wittle rober have a tickwish tummy?" She taunted playfully, never remotely slowing as her other fingers skittered all over my other side, before heading up to knead my ribs. I was too busy laughing to respond, shaking and trembling as my nerves were driven crazy by her probing, flashing fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut under the onslaught, but opened them again abruptly as I felt the overwhelming tingling surge outwardsf rom a new point on my body.
The little sadist was twirling her fingers around in my navel! I sucked in my stomach, desperately trying to abort the tickling, but she was persistant. I clenched my teeth, determined to not give her the satisfaction of seeing me go crazy with laughter. Noticing my reddening expression, she brought in her other hand, putting the fingers to either side of my belly button and then pulling them apart, stretching my navel into an oval shape. And at least doubling its sensetivity."Oh, c'mon, robber. I can see it, give me a nice laugh now. You knooow you want too..." She wormed her fingers around to accentuate her words, and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I shook with laughter, thrusting my body out, and then reversing and sucking my stomach in, struggling to throw her off. Despite my frantic writhing a, some part of me was obviously loving it, and I was faintly glad she was focusing all her attention above my waist. I shook, bounced, and virtually screamed with laughter at her techniques; scratching away at my underarms, kneading my ribs, digging into my belly, and probing my navel, endlessly, it seemed. It went on and on, and I was breaking a sweat just from exerting myself in my futile escape attempts, whens she finally, suddenly stopped, grinning like a maniac. "Heheh. Now that was fun. But still... Why don't we make it better by
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