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Note: This story is kind of a follow-up to this story . If you want more context for this, read that first.

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Olivia walked through the door of her new apartment and took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. She had been assigned this apartment to live in while attending college, and while she knew she'd be sharing the space, she had no idea who her roommate would be.

"Okay Olivia, calm down." She said to herself. "Just gotta play it cool and make a good first impression. You got this."

Olivia walked down the entrance hall and turned the corner leading into the main living area. Waiting for her on the couch was-

"Avery?!" Olivia exclaimed.

Avery sat on the opposite side of the room filing her nails. She wore a short crop top and even shorter shorts, covering her soles with just a pair of flimsy flip-flops. Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail, exposing his bare shoulders.

"Ugh, Olivia?" Avery grimaced. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

"I live here, dumbass." Avery rolled her eyes. "I'm waiting for my new roommate to get here."

"Well, I was told that I'm supposed to live here, and I need to find my roommate before settling i-"

There were a few moments of silence as the two of them realized what was going on.

"Oh God, no." Olivia groaned. "You're my roommate?!"

"Not like I'm any happier about this." Avery scoffed. "As long as you're standing up, how about you get me a glass of water?"

"Fuck off." Olivia rebutted. "This isn't high school, in case you haven't noticed. You can't boss people around just because you're a prep girl."

"Fair." Avery sighed and put down her nail file. "There is still one reason I can make you do things for me, though."

"Oh, please." Olivia rolled her eyes. "What's that supposed to be?"

Avery got up and walked over to Olivia, staring her directly in the eyes. Suddenly, her hands darted forward and wormed their way into Avery's armpits, tickling them at high speed.

"HE-HEY!" Olivia squealed, paralyzed by the sudden assault on her armpits. "STAHAHAP!"

"I'll ask you again." Avery said. "How about you get me a glass of water?"

"OKAY, OKAY, JUHUHUST QUIHIT IT!"

"Good girl."

Avery stopped tickling Olivia and shoved her towards the kitchen. Olivia begrudgingly pulled a glass out of the cabinets and filled it with tap water, then brought it over to Avery.

"Here you go, asshole." Olivia hissed, shoving the glass towards Avery. "Happy now?"

Avery took the glass and took a sip from it. Her face crinkled up in disgust.

"Ew, this is room temperature." She complained. "Go back and get me some cold water."

"Are you serious?!" Olivia snapped, throwing her arms into the air.

Avery pulled up her left hand, showing off her long, perfectly manicured nails.

"Dead serious." She said, wriggling her fingers a bit to get the point across. "Just do it."

Olivia grumbled something under her breath and snatched the glass from Avery's hand, stomping back towards the kitchen. Avery smirked and folded her arms.

"I can make this work to my advantage."
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For the rest of the day, Avery made full use of Olivia's ticklishness. From raking her midriff to make her do the laundry to scratching her thighs to make her move off the couch, every advantage was taken to make her own life easier at the expense of Olivia. By the time night fell and the two were getting ready for bed, Olivia was more than fed up with her.

"Out of the bathroom." Avery demanded as Olivia wet her toothbrush. "I need to take off my makeup."

"If you wait like thirty seconds, I'll be done." Olivia grumbled.

"Don't feel like it." Avery moved in closer and ran a threatening finger down the back of Olivia's neck. "Move."

"No!" Olivia swatted her hand away angrily. "I'm done listening to you! Tickle me all you want, I'm not budging!"

Avery shot Olivia a death glare and grabbed the toothbrush out of her hand.

"Hey!"

Before she could react, Avery shoved Olivia onto the floor and snatched up her feet, holding them together under one arm.

"I think you need to wash up a bit before going to bed." Avery sneered.

She began vigorously scrubbing Olivia's feet with her own toothbrush. Olivia immediately burst out laughing, the wet bristles shuffling along her soft soles feeling almost torturous. Her feet were already tender from spending the entire day running around doing small tasks for Avery, and that just made her sensitivity all the worse.

"FUHUHUCKING-" Olivia choked out. "FINE! I'LL GET OUT! I'LL GET OUT!"

"Too late." Avery said. "You need to learn your place."

Avery kept at it, swishing the brush across the balls of Olivia's feet. Olivia's toes squirmed and her entire body shook as she kept laughing, helpless against her ticklish oppressor.

"Bet you wish you had just listened to me, huh?" Avery taunted. "It doesn't matter where we are. Trash like you should just keep their mouths shut and do as they're told."

Olivia was unable to respond, still writhing in the throes of ticklish hell. Eventually Avery let up, grabbing Olivia and tossing her out of the bathroom as she tried to catch her breath. Exhaustion quickly turned to rage, leaving Olivia fuming as she pulled herself to her feet and glared at the closed bathroom door in front of her.

"That is it!" Olivia snapped, punching the wall. "I'm nipping this in the bud!"
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Avery woke up to the rays of the sun shining through her window. She yawned and went to rub her eyes, but found her wrists tied to the bed frame. She tried moving her legs, and found that her ankles were similarly bound. She had been tied spread-eagle across her bed, and only wore a bra and panties underneath the bed sheet.

"What the hell?" Avery tried pulling at the ropes. "What's going on?"

Olivia entered the room and smirked, closing the door behind her.

"I think we need to have a little talk."

"Olivia!" Avery snapped. "Untie me right now or I'll tickle you so bad you'll wet yourself!"

"Yeah, about that." Olivia huffed. "I'm done being pushed around by you."

"Is that a fact?" Avery sneered. "I'll have you know that-"

Olivia grabbed the bed sheets and threw them to the floor, leaving Avery's nearly-naked body fully exposed.

"Hey!" Avery blushed. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm getting payback." Olivia grinned, pulling a pinwheel out of her back pocket.

"Don't-!"

It was already too late. Olivia kneeled down and began rolling the pinwheel across the sole of Avery's right foot. Avery snorted and squirmed, unable to escape the tickling sensation.

"I-hi'm going to kihihil you!" Avery squeaked, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Not if I kill you first." Olivia put away the pinwheel and began violently raking her nails down Avery's foot.

"Nohohoho!" Avery yelled. "Stohohop it you bihitch!"

"I don't think so."

Olivia reached over and began tickling Avery's other foot as well, doubling down on the torture. Avery couldn't restrain herself any longer and began laughing involuntarily. Olivia smirked and began moving her hands faster, crawling up and down Avery's soles with malicious intent.

"So, feel like you wanna stop bossing me around now?" Olivia asked.

"Fuhuhuck you!"

"Wrong answer."

Olivia stopped tickling Avery's feet and stood up, undoing her belt strap. She pulled her belt out of her pant loops, causing them to droop a bit.

"What..." Avery panted. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm going to teach you how to beg."

Olivia pulled back and whipped her belt across Avery's left foot as hard as she could, creating a loud smacking sound and creating a bright red welt where it had struck.

"OW!" Avery yelped, the sting of the impact leaving behind a burning sensation. "You better not-"

Olivia interrupted her with another blow to her right foot, bringing out another yelp of pain.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Olivia said. "Almost makes you wish I was still just tickling you instead, huh?"

"I know what you're doing." Avery growled. "I'm not about to give you the satisfaction of-"

Olivia whipped her belt across Avery's feet again, coaxing more agonized cries. She didn't let up this time, swinging her belt as hard as she could over and over again. Avery's feet were becoming increasingly red with each blow, and chance hits to the same spots were creating even more intense pain. Avery screamed louder and louder every time the belt hit her, unable to handle the increasing agony in her feet. After a few grueling minutes of this treatment, she began to break down.

"OKAY, OKAY!" Avery screamed. "TICKLE ME! TICKLE ME!"

"Is that a demand or a request?" Olivia struck Avery's feet again.

"PLEASE!" Avery sobbed. "TICKLE ME, PLEASE! I'LL SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT!"

"That's more like it." Olivia purred, putting down the belt. "Well, if you insist..."

Olivia climbed up on top of the bed and straddled Avery's torso. She ran a finger down her captive's chest, stopping just before reaching the breasts. All of a sudden, she leaned forward and began wriggling her fingers around in Avery's armpits, prompting a surprised squeal.

"So, what do you think of the tickling now?" Olivia asked mockingly.

"FUCK-" Avery suddenly remembered the belt and felt a lump form in her throat. "I-I LOHOHOVE IT! I LOVE IT!"

"I'm sure you do."

Olivia pulled her hands away from Avery's armpits and laid down on top of her, shoving her hands underneath Avery's bra and bringing their faces intimately close to each other.

"So..." Olivia began fondling Avery's breasts. "What did we learn today?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Avery panted.

Olivia switched from fondling Avery's breasts to tickling them, prompting another burst of laughter from her victim.

"It means..." Olivia talked slowly, drawing out the tickling as long as possible. "That you...are going to stop...bossing me around...right?"

"Yes, yehehehes!" Avery squealed.

"Good."

Olivia stopped tickling Avery and got off of the bed. She began untying the ropes as Avery was stuck breathing heavily, tickled to exhaustion and covered in sweat.

"I'm expecting you to take this seriously." Olivia warned. "If you go back to trying to give me orders, I'm going to do this to you again."

"And what if I..." Avery paused. "What if I...want you to...do this again?"

Olivia stared at Avery for a seconds before laughing.

"Then boss away, sister." She replied, walking out of Avery's room. "Boss away."

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Note: This story is kind of a follow-up to this story . If you want more context for this, read that first.

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Olivia walked through the door of her new apartment and took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. She had been assigned this apartment to live in while attending college, and while she knew she'd be sharing the space, she had no idea who her roommate would be.

"Okay Olivia, calm down." She said to herself. "Just gotta play it cool and make a good first impression. You got this."

Olivia walked down the entrance hall and turned the corner leading into the main living area. Waiting for her on the couch was-

"Avery?!" Olivia exclaimed.

Avery sat on the opposite side of the room filing her nails. She wore a short crop top and even shorter shorts, covering her soles with just a pair of flimsy flip-flops. Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail, exposing his bare shoulders.

"Ugh, Olivia?" Avery grimaced. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

"I live here, dumbass." Avery rolled her eyes. "I'm waiting for my new roommate to get here."

"Well, I was told that I'm supposed to live here, and I need to find my roommate before settling i-"

There were a few moments of silence as the two of them realized what was going on.

"Oh God, no." Olivia groaned. "You're my roommate?!"

"Not like I'm any happier about this." Avery scoffed. "As long as you're standing up, how about you get me a glass of water?"

"Fuck off." Olivia rebutted. "This isn't high school, in case you haven't noticed. You can't boss people around just because you're a prep girl."

"Fair." Avery sighed and put down her nail file. "There is still one reason I can make you do things for me, though."

"Oh, please." Olivia rolled her eyes. "What's that supposed to be?"

Avery got up and walked over to Olivia, staring her directly in the eyes. Suddenly, her hands darted forward and wormed their way into Avery's armpits, tickling them at high speed.

"HE-HEY!" Olivia squealed, paralyzed by the sudden assault on her armpits. "STAHAHAP!"

"I'll ask you again." Avery said. "How about you get me a glass of water?"

"OKAY, OKAY, JUHUHUST QUIHIT IT!"

"Good girl."

Avery stopped tickling Olivia and shoved her towards the kitchen. Olivia begrudgingly pulled a glass out of the cabinets and filled it with tap water, then brought it over to Avery.

"Here you go, asshole." Olivia hissed, shoving the glass towards Avery. "Happy now?"

Avery took the glass and took a sip from it. Her face crinkled up in disgust.

"Ew, this is room temperature." She complained. "Go back and get me some cold water."

"Are you serious?!" Olivia snapped, throwing her arms into the air.

Avery pulled up her left hand, showing off her long, perfectly manicured nails.

"Dead serious." She said, wriggling her fingers a bit to get the point across. "Just do it."

Olivia grumbled something under her breath and snatched the glass from Avery's hand, stomping back towards the kitchen. Avery smirked and folded her arms.

"I can make this work to my advantage."
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For the rest of the day, Avery made full use of Olivia's ticklishness. From raking her midriff to make her do the laundry to scratching her thighs to make her move off the couch, every advantage was taken to make her own life easier at the expense of Olivia. By the time night fell and the two were getting ready for bed, Olivia was more than fed up with her.

"Out of the bathroom." Avery demanded as Olivia wet her toothbrush. "I need to take off my makeup."

"If you wait like thirty seconds, I'll be done." Olivia grumbled.

"Don't feel like it." Avery moved in closer and ran a threatening finger down the back of Olivia's neck. "Move."

"No!" Olivia swatted her hand away angrily. "I'm done listening to you! Tickle me all you want, I'm not budging!"

Avery shot Olivia a death glare and grabbed the toothbrush out of her hand.

"Hey!"

Before she could react, Avery shoved Olivia onto the floor and snatched up her feet, holding them together under one arm.

"I think you need to wash up a bit before going to bed." Avery sneered.

She began vigorously scrubbing Olivia's feet with her own toothbrush. Olivia immediately burst out laughing, the wet bristles shuffling along her soft soles feeling almost torturous. Her feet were already tender from spending the entire day running around doing small tasks for Avery, and that just made her sensitivity all the worse.

"FUHUHUCKING-" Olivia choked out. "FINE! I'LL GET OUT! I'LL GET OUT!"

"Too late." Avery said. "You need to learn your place."

Avery kept at it, swishing the brush across the balls of Olivia's feet. Olivia's toes squirmed and her entire body shook as she kept laughing, helpless against her ticklish oppressor.

"Bet you wish you had just listened to me, huh?" Avery taunted. "It doesn't matter where we are. Trash like you should just keep their mouths shut and do as they're told."

Olivia was unable to respond, still writhing in the throes of ticklish hell. Eventually Avery let up, grabbing Olivia and tossing her out of the bathroom as she tried to catch her breath. Exhaustion quickly turned to rage, leaving Olivia fuming as she pulled herself to her feet and glared at the closed bathroom door in front of her.

"That is it!" Olivia snapped, punching the wall. "I'm nipping this in the bud!"
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Avery woke up to the rays of the sun shining through her window. She yawned and went to rub her eyes, but found her wrists tied to the bed frame. She tried moving her legs, and found that her ankles were similarly bound. She had been tied spread-eagle across her bed, and only wore a bra and panties underneath the bed sheet.

"What the hell?" Avery tried pulling at the ropes. "What's going on?"

Olivia entered the room and smirked, closing the door behind her.

"I think we need to have a little talk."

"Olivia!" Avery snapped. "Untie me right now or I'll tickle you so bad you'll wet yourself!"

"Yeah, about that." Olivia huffed. "I'm done being pushed around by you."

"Is that a fact?" Avery sneered. "I'll have you know that-"

Olivia grabbed the bed sheets and threw them to the floor, leaving Avery's nearly-naked body fully exposed.

"Hey!" Avery blushed. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm getting payback." Olivia grinned, pulling a pinwheel out of her back pocket.

"Don't-!"

It was already too late. Olivia kneeled down and began rolling the pinwheel across the sole of Avery's right foot. Avery snorted and squirmed, unable to escape the tickling sensation.

"I-hi'm going to kihihil you!" Avery squeaked, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Not if I kill you first." Olivia put away the pinwheel and began violently raking her nails down Avery's foot.

"Nohohoho!" Avery yelled. "Stohohop it you bihitch!"

"I don't think so."

Olivia reached over and began tickling Avery's other foot as well, doubling down on the torture. Avery couldn't restrain herself any longer and began laughing involuntarily. Olivia smirked and began moving her hands faster, crawling up and down Avery's soles with malicious intent.

"So, feel like you wanna stop bossing me around now?" Olivia asked.

"Fuhuhuck you!"

"Wrong answer."

Olivia stopped tickling Avery's feet and stood up, undoing her belt strap. She pulled her belt out of her pant loops, causing them to droop a bit.

"What..." Avery panted. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm going to teach you how to beg."

Olivia pulled back and whipped her belt across Avery's left foot as hard as she could, creating a loud smacking sound and creating a bright red welt where it had struck.

"OW!" Avery yelped, the sting of the impact leaving behind a burning sensation. "You better not-"

Olivia interrupted her with another blow to her right foot, bringing out another yelp of pain.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Olivia said. "Almost makes you wish I was still just tickling you instead, huh?"

"I know what you're doing." Avery growled. "I'm not about to give you the satisfaction of-"

Olivia whipped her belt across Avery's feet again, coaxing more agonized cries. She didn't let up this time, swinging her belt as hard as she could over and over again. Avery's feet were becoming increasingly red with each blow, and chance hits to the same spots were creating even more intense pain. Avery screamed louder and louder every time the belt hit her, unable to handle the increasing agony in her feet. After a few grueling minutes of this treatment, she began to break down.

"OKAY, OKAY!" Avery screamed. "TICKLE ME! TICKLE ME!"

"Is that a demand or a request?" Olivia struck Avery's feet again.

"PLEASE!" Avery sobbed. "TICKLE ME, PLEASE! I'LL SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT!"

"That's more like it." Olivia purred, putting down the belt. "Well, if you insist..."

Olivia climbed up on top of the bed and straddled Avery's torso. She ran a finger down her captive's chest, stopping just before reaching the breasts. All of a sudden, she leaned forward and began wriggling her fingers around in Avery's armpits, prompting a surprised squeal.

"So, what do you think of the tickling now?" Olivia asked mockingly.

"FUCK-" Avery suddenly remembered the belt and felt a lump form in her throat. "I-I LOHOHOVE IT! I LOVE IT!"

"I'm sure you do."

Olivia pulled her hands away from Avery's armpits and laid down on top of her, shoving her hands underneath Avery's bra and bringing their faces intimately close to each other.

"So..." Olivia began fondling Avery's breasts. "What did we learn today?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Avery panted.

Olivia switched from fondling Avery's breasts to tickling them, prompting another burst of laughter from her victim.

"It means..." Olivia talked slowly, drawing out the tickling as long as possible. "That you...are going to stop...bossing me around...right?"

"Yes, yehehehes!" Avery squealed.

"Good."

Olivia stopped tickling Avery and got off of the bed. She began untying the ropes as Avery was stuck breathing heavily, tickled to exhaustion and covered in sweat.

"I'm expecting you to take this seriously." Olivia warned. "If you go back to trying to give me orders, I'm going to do this to you again."

"And what if I..." Avery paused. "What if I...want you to...do this again?"

Olivia stared at Avery for a seconds before laughing.

"Then boss away, sister." She replied, walking out of Avery's room. "Boss away."