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"You look nervous." The blonde girl taunted, her face curling up into a smirk.

"I-I'm not nervous at all!" The black-haired girl shot back in defiance. "I'm just worried you're gonna chicken out!"

"Chicken out of what, breaking you?" The blonde grinned maliciously. "Alright, tough girl. Let's see if you're more than just talk."

The black-haired girl, Olivia, silently held her breath and involuntarily tensed her nearly-naked body as she prepared for what was going to come next.

'Why the hell did I agree to this?' She thought to herself.

It was a purely hypothetical question, of course, because the answer was obvious: it was her ego.

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The blonde girl, Avery, used to be her friend back in middle school, but as time went on, they grew apart into different cliques. Olivia became one of the punk girls looking for trouble, and Avery became one of the prep students whose popularity seemingly granted them a license to do whatever they wanted without fear of consequence. The two had formed a sort of rivalry between each other, and now that they were both 18, in the last year of high school, they intended to settle their score for good.

Earlier that day, Olivia had challenged Avery to a fight. Avery, more experienced in psychological warfare than physical, decided to turn the situation around on her.

"Oh, so the tough girl wants to fight, does she?" Avery said in a condescending tone she knew would piss off Olivia even more. "Any dumbass can throw up fists, you know."

"You have a better idea?!" Olivia yelled.

"If you really want to prove how tough you are, I do." Avery maintained a flat expression. "Back when we were kids, there was one thing that even you couldn't throw up a tough face against."

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked, knowing full well what she was talking about but hoping she really wasn't.

"You couldn't stand being tickled." Avery elaborated, confirming Olivia's fear. "Of course, I assume you've grown out of that by now."

"Well, obviously!" Olivia scoffed, beginning to sweat nervously.

"Yes, obviously, of course." Avery shrugged. "Someone that goes around acting tough like you has no business still having such a crippling weakness. Granted, you could be lying to me..."

"I ain't lying!" Olivia snapped.

Avery's eyes flicked to meet Olivia's, locking the two in a reciprocal glare.

"Prove it."

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And that's how things led to this. Olivia had asked why Avery had a table with straps on it in her basement, but Avery's only response was telling her to mind her own business and strip. Avery followed this up by strapping Olivia in place on the table and stripping down herself. Olivia found this odd but figured questioning it wouldn't really get her anywhere.

Olivia's thoughts were interrupted by Avery sliding a single finger down her left sole, causing her to abruptly let out her breath. Avery noticed this and smirked again, raising the rest of her fingers to Olivia's feet. Olivia clenched her teeth as Avery began slowly dragging her fingernails up and down the tender skin of her feet, causing a horrific tingling sensation Olivia fought to keep a straight face through.

"Is...that all...you got?" Olivia spat out, trying to keep her composure.

"Oh, honey, I'm just getting started." Avery replied in her usual condescending manner.

Avery suddenly poked the arch of Olivia's right foot, causing Olivia to let out a snort in reaction to the unexpected touch. Avery grinned and began wriggling her fingers around Olivia's soles at a much faster pace, increasing the ticklish sensation tenfold.

"AGHAHA-" Olivia tried to stop herself from laughing, but the feeling of Avery's finely manicured nail dancing along her skin was too much. "FUHUHUCK! SHIHIT! GOD DAMMIHIHIHIT!"

"Not ticklish anymore, huh?" Avery taunted. "If this is what not being ticklish looks like, I can only imagine how you would react if you were ticklish."

"OKAY, OKAY, YOU PROHOHOHOVED YOUR POINT!" Olivia choked out between laughs. "STAHAHAP IT ALREADY!"

"I guess I could do that." Avery pretended to muse. "But I think someone needs to teach this naughty 'tough girl' a lesson about staying in her place."

"WHAT?! NOHOHO!" Olivia yelled, thrashing around to no effect. "STOP! PLEHEHEASE!"

"I don't think so."

Avery began digging her nails in deeper and moving her fingers around even faster, making the tickling even more torturous.

"OH GAHAHAHAD!" Olivia screamed. "WHAHAHAHAT DO YOU WAHAHAHAHANT FROM MEHEHEHE?!"

"I don't know..." Avery replied. "What are you willing to do?"

"ANYTHING!"

"Anything?"

"ANYTHIHIHING!" Olivia repeated, yelling at the top of her lungs. "JUHUST MAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Alright then." Avery smirked, slowing down the tickling. "I want you to admit that I'm better than you."

"Y-you want me to what?" Olivia squeaked, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"You heard me."

"Hell no!"

Avery wordlessly began tickling her furiously again, forcing out another scream.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, YOU'RE BETTER THAHAHAHAN MEHEHEHEHE!" Olivia choked out.

"Now apologize for thinking you were ever on my level."

"I'M SORRY! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!"

"Are you really?" Avery taunted. "That didn't sound very convincing."

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Olivia screamed as loud as she could, her body spasming from the torture her feet were going through.

"Well, alright." Avery lifted her hands away from Olivia's soles. "I guess I'll take your word for it for now."

Olivia had several long strings of curse words she wanted to put to good use right then, but she was too busy catching her breath to put any of them into action. Avery stood up and began unstrapping Olivia from the table.

"Now, I hope you've learned your-"

Before she could undo the final straps, the phone upstairs began ringing.

"Really, now of all times?" Avery's face scrunched up in annoyance. "I'll be right back."

Avery dropped what she was doing and ran up the stairs leading to the basement, leaving Olivia's left side still strapped to the table.

"Wha-get back here!" Olivia snapped. "Avery!"

Olivia's yelling went either unheard or ignored, leaving her lying alone and still undressed on the table.

"...Goddammit, Avery."

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This is Part 1 to a 2-part story. If you're looking for Part 2, go here .
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"You look nervous." The blonde girl taunted, her face curling up into a smirk.

"I-I'm not nervous at all!" The black-haired girl shot back in defiance. "I'm just worried you're gonna chicken out!"

"Chicken out of what, breaking you?" The blonde grinned maliciously. "Alright, tough girl. Let's see if you're more than just talk."

The black-haired girl, Olivia, silently held her breath and involuntarily tensed her nearly-naked body as she prepared for what was going to come next.

'Why the hell did I agree to this?' She thought to herself.

It was a purely hypothetical question, of course, because the answer was obvious: it was her ego.

----

The blonde girl, Avery, used to be her friend back in middle school, but as time went on, they grew apart into different cliques. Olivia became one of the punk girls looking for trouble, and Avery became one of the prep students whose popularity seemingly granted them a license to do whatever they wanted without fear of consequence. The two had formed a sort of rivalry between each other, and now that they were both 18, in the last year of high school, they intended to settle their score for good.

Earlier that day, Olivia had challenged Avery to a fight. Avery, more experienced in psychological warfare than physical, decided to turn the situation around on her.

"Oh, so the tough girl wants to fight, does she?" Avery said in a condescending tone she knew would piss off Olivia even more. "Any dumbass can throw up fists, you know."

"You have a better idea?!" Olivia yelled.

"If you really want to prove how tough you are, I do." Avery maintained a flat expression. "Back when we were kids, there was one thing that even you couldn't throw up a tough face against."

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked, knowing full well what she was talking about but hoping she really wasn't.

"You couldn't stand being tickled." Avery elaborated, confirming Olivia's fear. "Of course, I assume you've grown out of that by now."

"Well, obviously!" Olivia scoffed, beginning to sweat nervously.

"Yes, obviously, of course." Avery shrugged. "Someone that goes around acting tough like you has no business still having such a crippling weakness. Granted, you could be lying to me..."

"I ain't lying!" Olivia snapped.

Avery's eyes flicked to meet Olivia's, locking the two in a reciprocal glare.

"Prove it."

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And that's how things led to this. Olivia had asked why Avery had a table with straps on it in her basement, but Avery's only response was telling her to mind her own business and strip. Avery followed this up by strapping Olivia in place on the table and stripping down herself. Olivia found this odd but figured questioning it wouldn't really get her anywhere.

Olivia's thoughts were interrupted by Avery sliding a single finger down her left sole, causing her to abruptly let out her breath. Avery noticed this and smirked again, raising the rest of her fingers to Olivia's feet. Olivia clenched her teeth as Avery began slowly dragging her fingernails up and down the tender skin of her feet, causing a horrific tingling sensation Olivia fought to keep a straight face through.

"Is...that all...you got?" Olivia spat out, trying to keep her composure.

"Oh, honey, I'm just getting started." Avery replied in her usual condescending manner.

Avery suddenly poked the arch of Olivia's right foot, causing Olivia to let out a snort in reaction to the unexpected touch. Avery grinned and began wriggling her fingers around Olivia's soles at a much faster pace, increasing the ticklish sensation tenfold.

"AGHAHA-" Olivia tried to stop herself from laughing, but the feeling of Avery's finely manicured nail dancing along her skin was too much. "FUHUHUCK! SHIHIT! GOD DAMMIHIHIHIT!"

"Not ticklish anymore, huh?" Avery taunted. "If this is what not being ticklish looks like, I can only imagine how you would react if you were ticklish."

"OKAY, OKAY, YOU PROHOHOHOVED YOUR POINT!" Olivia choked out between laughs. "STAHAHAP IT ALREADY!"

"I guess I could do that." Avery pretended to muse. "But I think someone needs to teach this naughty 'tough girl' a lesson about staying in her place."

"WHAT?! NOHOHO!" Olivia yelled, thrashing around to no effect. "STOP! PLEHEHEASE!"

"I don't think so."

Avery began digging her nails in deeper and moving her fingers around even faster, making the tickling even more torturous.

"OH GAHAHAHAD!" Olivia screamed. "WHAHAHAHAT DO YOU WAHAHAHAHANT FROM MEHEHEHE?!"

"I don't know..." Avery replied. "What are you willing to do?"

"ANYTHING!"

"Anything?"

"ANYTHIHIHING!" Olivia repeated, yelling at the top of her lungs. "JUHUST MAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Alright then." Avery smirked, slowing down the tickling. "I want you to admit that I'm better than you."

"Y-you want me to what?" Olivia squeaked, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"You heard me."

"Hell no!"

Avery wordlessly began tickling her furiously again, forcing out another scream.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, YOU'RE BETTER THAHAHAHAN MEHEHEHEHE!" Olivia choked out.

"Now apologize for thinking you were ever on my level."

"I'M SORRY! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!"

"Are you really?" Avery taunted. "That didn't sound very convincing."

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Olivia screamed as loud as she could, her body spasming from the torture her feet were going through.

"Well, alright." Avery lifted her hands away from Olivia's soles. "I guess I'll take your word for it for now."

Olivia had several long strings of curse words she wanted to put to good use right then, but she was too busy catching her breath to put any of them into action. Avery stood up and began unstrapping Olivia from the table.

"Now, I hope you've learned your-"

Before she could undo the final straps, the phone upstairs began ringing.

"Really, now of all times?" Avery's face scrunched up in annoyance. "I'll be right back."

Avery dropped what she was doing and ran up the stairs leading to the basement, leaving Olivia's left side still strapped to the table.

"Wha-get back here!" Olivia snapped. "Avery!"

Olivia's yelling went either unheard or ignored, leaving her lying alone and still undressed on the table.

"...Goddammit, Avery."