Tickle No Mercy: A Tickle Revenge Story

By Jason Pinaster

Sophie had broken up with boyfriend so Elena felt that was alright to pursue Anton with a view of satisfying her own romantic interests.

Wrong!

Sophie still had feelings for Anton and now those feelings were channeled at Elena in the form of deep seated anger.

Elena tried everything to make up with her roommate but nothing worked. Sophie told her that if she really wanted to make things right, she had to agree to be tickled. Elena shrugged and agreed.

Sophie tied her hands behind her back. Then she tied her ankles together. Then she tied her ankles to her wrists. Only when she had Elena securely hogtied did the gleam in Sophie’s eyes betray what she really had in mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Mar 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005452735

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Tickle No Mercy A Tickle Revenge Story © 2022 Jason Pinaster

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Tickling Stories:

Commando

Her Soles Will Howl

Strip Tickle

Tickled Back

Tickle His Name

Tickle Test

Third Degree Tickle

Tickle Fight

Tickle Tussle

Lickle Her Feet

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2022; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

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Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Tickle No Mercy A Tickle Revenge Story

Sophie was my best friend, had been ever since high school. We were apart when she went off to college but now we shared a small two-bedroom apartment near the city center. We had a nice sitting room, so we could entertain. But the kitchen was old and small. The bedrooms were nice. Sophie had decorated hers in pastel colors. In mine, I had left the blue-grey drapes in place but I’d bought a bright red comforter for the bed.

But today Sophie wasn’t talking to me.

She was a cute little pixie, especially when she smiled. Her skin was paler than mine which was odd because her hair was a darker brown. Then again, she liked to dye it blonde so her hair was often lighter than mine. Her eyes were blue-green, more blue or more green depending on her mood. On her right arm, she had an ornate tattoo which was festooned with swords, knives and other symbols. I was never quite sure, but I think that there was a sorceress in the middle of the tat. Or maybe an alien warrior.

Sophie had once tried to convince me to get myself tattooed. What about your name? she’d asked. Elena would look good in the center of your right shoulder blade.

If you put ‘Elena’ on your ass, I’ll put it on mine, I’d told her.

Sophie had finally worn me down but only so far as to put red lips on my right hip. If my name was going to be tattooed, it wouldn’t be on my body.

She was shorter than I was but when it came to confrontations or arguments, she usually won because she was more assertive and persistent. Which was fine by me since she was usually right anyways. Sometimes we had fashion contests, just between the two of us. She usually won for being prettiest but my face was harder, so I won when the criterion was ‘most sexy’.

We could never agree on who was most beautiful when we had no clothes on. Her body was round, delicate, and feminine. Mine was tall, well-toned, and sultry. I had round breasts with dark areolae and even darker nipples in the center. Soph had smaller breasts but hers were firmer and the color differentiation at the center of her breasts was subtler. Like I said, more feminine.

It was my fault that Sophie wasn’t talking to me. And she had the right to be angry. It all had to do with Anton. He had been her boyfriend for almost a year and then they had broken up. She had accused him of cheating but he had denied it. Anyways, I met him at a bar a couple of weeks after the break up. We were both drinking. He was handsome. I was horny. I took him back to our apartment. Soph was supposed to be away, so no harm in that, right?

Wrong.

As soon as Anton got me in the door, he backed me up against the wall. He was a wonderfully powerful kisser and quickly melted the clothes off my body. My fingers found his buttons, his nipples, his zipper, his cock. We left our clothes there and he lowered me gently down on top of my comforter. Which was great because its quilted surface was as soft as satin and its bright red contrasted