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Lisa grinned from ear to ear. She had two boy locked in a dungeon, and both of them were horrifically ticklish.
Milhouse had ticklish feet, so ticklish that even walking barefoot on grass could have him squealing and giggling in seconds. His feet were bare and locked in a set of stocks, the toes spread out and tied back to prevent any resistance. He looked nervous as he saw Lisa glance at his ticklish feet.
Martin wasn't ticklish on his feet. He was however, extremely ticklish on his stomach, sides and under his arms. For this reason, he was in a set of shackles with his shirt removed and his arms raised above his head. He whined as the cool dungeon air washed over his exposed upper body.
"Alright boys, who should I tickle first?" smiled Lisa. Both boys began pulling at their restraints, but went nowhere. "Milhouse keeps trying to put his moves on me, so he's deserving of a punishment...although, I bet Martin has a pretty cute laugh, so I might tickle him first...what to do?" pondered Lisa as both boys dreaded that first ticklish sensation.
Lisa walked over to Milhouse and began stroking a single finger around his left foot sole, causing him to close his eyes and shake his head.
"I bet you'd do ANYTHING to go out with me, wouldn't you?" smiled Lisa. "GNNN...HOH-HOH-HOH. S...SORRYYYYYY" whined Milhouse. "Do you think you could take an entire HOUR of foot tickling?" asked Lisa. "NO...IT'S ALREADY UNBEARABLE FOR ME-HE. PLE-HEASE STOP NOW" begged Milhouse.
Lisa stopped tickling Milhouse and walked over to Martin, who began shaking his head without even being touched.
"OH PLEASE LISA, DON'T DO IT. I'D DIE LAUGHING" begged Martin. "Aw, how adorable. Tell me, does your Mommy tickle you a lot?" asked Lisa as she began trailing a finger over Martin's stomach. "URK...I...TRY TO AVOID IT...BUT IF SHE CAN GET ME THEN I'M USUALLY HELPLESS...TO JUST TAKE IT" squeaked Martin. "Does she tickle your sides?" asked Lisa as she trailed a finger up Martin's right side. "HOHJEEZ...YES...SHE DOES...PLEASE NO" whined Martin. "How about under your arms? Does she get you there?" asked Lisa. "UUUUUHYES, S...STOP IT...I'M BEGGING YOU...EEEENO-NO-NO" squealed Martin as Lisa's finger stroked and probed under Martin's right arm.
Lisa stopped tickling and made a decision as to who the first victim would be. Eventually, she decided to first tickle...
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