Sex Games for Couples
The Love War
Part 1: "Gina and the Shopgirl"
The tall girl glanced over her shoulder and then back to the pile of
shirts she was folding. She did not look at Gina.
"Excuse me!" Gina repeated.
The shop girl looked in Gina's direction again, but did not make eye
contact with the smartly dressed businesswoman. This made Gina angry
and it did not take much for her temper to begin to flare.
"Jesus! Are you deaf or something?"
The tall girl turned slowly. Her eyes were a soft hazel, accented by her
long auburn hair which now tumbled over her shoulder. She finally made
eye contact with the only customer in the shop; but her eyes did not meet
Gina's immediately. They instead travelled upwards from Gina's expensive
shoes to her cruelly squinting eyes which were fixed on the shopgirl like
the arrow in a crossbow.
"I'm terribly sorry." the shopgirl said in a London accent, "I was busy
and I didn't think you were speaking to me."
Gina made a conscious effort and cooled her temper. She had reached her
position in society by losing her senses with every overpromoted idiot
she'd encountered. She smiled falsely and laid out the jeans that she was
carrying over her left arm.
"I'd like to try these on."
"Of course." the shopgirl turned back to her folding.
Gina eyed the girl carefully for a moment. Something was going on here.
She was sure of it now.
"Yes?" The tall girl did not turn round.
"Can you tell me where the changing room is?" Gina spoke with deliberate
calmness, but her rage was flaring once more.
"Oh that." the shopgirl laughed and, for a moment, her accent sounded
different. "It's over there, for goodness sake!" she gestured limply with
her right hand, still not looking in Gina's direction.
"Thanks." Gina hissed. She stormed away from the girl towards the corner
of the shop. She looked back over her shoulder and muttered "Bitch!"
under her breath as she took long strides away from her. It enraged her
more to see that the girl was smiling as though pleased with the exchange.
Gina reached the back of the shop. She finally realised that she was the
only person in the place besides the tall shopgirl. Her spider sense was
tingling strongly but she couldn't put her finger on what was wrong. It
seemed that so many things were out of place. The shopgirl was very pretty
and a bit too damned arrogant. The shop itself was a curiosity. No
customers at a busy lunchtime? It did not make sense.
She saw the changing rooms. There were three of them, each with its own
heavy purple velvet curtain. They seemed enormous. Gina shrugged and
carried her jeans into the first cubicle. She turned to close the curtain
behind her. It moved easily on its rail.
Gina eyed herself in the mirror. She frowned slightly, noting the flush of
her cheeks that the shopgirl had brought upon her. It wasn't good that she
allowed herself to get so flustered over such trivialities. She knew that
her buttons were easy to push, but it was not something she was proud of
at all. She closed her eyes and took a deep, relaxing breath. She made a
mental note to have a herbal bath after she got back to her hotel. She
started to undress.
The grey skirt suit was slightly tight and it took Gina a few minutes to
slowly peel away the delicate fabric of her skirt. Finally, she stood
there in just her white blouse, stainless steel Omega watch and black
stockings and g-string panties. Again, she examined herself in the mirror
to the right of the booth.
Gina Louise Davies was mildly pleased with what she saw. She was
approaching 30 years - she had been for 7 years. Thanks to careful eating,
occasional dieting and regular aerobic exercise she could still pull off
29 at a pinch. And finding the time to exercise was getting to be tough.
She turned her hips to the left, nodding unconsciously at the impressive
curve of her own buttocks. Not exactly Kylie butt material, but it would
do. She started to try on the blue jeans.
She had her left leg in up to her ankle when she noticed the strange
smell, like something between chewing gum and... vodka? She shrugged
mentally and figured that, somewhere outside the booth, there was wet
paint or something. She had her left leg into the jeans up to her thigh
and suddenly the chewing gum smell seemed stronger. An alarm bell went
off in her head and she hopped to the purple curtain. She pulled the curtain
open a few inches just to see what was going on outside.
"What the hell?" she whispered.
She'd expected to see the shop outside the changing room booth but instead
there was a smooth grey door blocking her view. It covered the entire
length of the booth doorway, the purple curtain resting flush against it.
It must have slid into place, she thought, quietly as she'd entered the
Something was very wrong here.
The chewing gum smell was more than a smell now. It was an enveloping,
invasive and invisible fog which surrounded Gina Louise Davies in the
changing room. Gina pushed against the grey door but it did not budge.
Then, without warning, a titter of laughter escaped her lips. She brought
her hand up to her mouth, the jeans sliding down her leg to the floor. Her
face a mask of surprise and confusion, Gina found herself giggling through
her fingers. She shook her head and pushed again at the door. Then she
giggled again and couldn't stop herself no matter how she tried.
It was then that she realised she was being gassed.
"What? Wha... ha he..." she clamped her hand over her mouth, "What's
happe..e..hee ha ha!"
Gina had a quick flash of fear. She realised that something serious was
happening. Then, in the next instant, she felt her legs turning to rubber
and then into butter. Giggling like she'd never giggled before, Gina slid
to the floor.
"Oh no..." she gasped, feeling her chest spasming with ever-building
laughter. She tried to hold it back, but she couldn't. The laughter was
like hot air escaping her stomach. The more that she tried to hold it back
the worse she found herself laughing.
She shook her head to clear it, her eyes bugging out as she breathed in
the chewing gum gas. Her legs flailed uselessly on the floor as she
giggled giddily. In a brief moment of clarity she remembered her mobile
phone. Her right arm had become a thrashing uncontrollable thing that
moved through invisible thick mud but she could still find sensation in
her left arm. She used it to pluck the phone from her handbag which,
conveniently, lay beside where she's slipped to the floor.
Speed dial 1. James' number.
It rang once. Her left arm started to disobey her also now but she gripped
the phone desperately, laughing uncontrollably and breathing deep breaths
of the chewing gun gas.
It rang twice. Her left arm fell to her side. She tried to raise it but
she couldn't. She was lying slumped against the wall of the booth, legs
apart and arms by her side. Her head was shaking from side to side, out of
her control as she giggled helplessly. The phone lay on the floor beside
her left hand which was curled sleepily by her thigh. She heard James'
voice, tinny through the little speaker.
Her strength was completely gone and all she could do was make little
puffing tittering noises. It was frustrating and terrifying at the same
time. She was trapped in her own body, which giggled and shook like a
thing possessed. There was nothing she could do about it. And it was all
so damnably relaxing. She felt like her entire body was dipped in warm
honey, from head to toe.
She renewed her struggles as the sleep started to come upon her. She was
But she couldn't move a muscle now and there was nothing much she could
do besides wait for the inevitable. It came in a few minutes and her
breathing became slow and regular within seconds of her eyelids closing
and her giggles fading out to contented sighs.
The shopgirl slid back the secret door and entered the booth five minutes
after Gina had succumbed to the special giggle gas formula. She had great
strength and was able to pick Gina from the floor easily. Gina did not
stir from her unwanted nap as she was lifted. The shopgirl hoisted Gina
over her left shoulder, her left arm cupped round Gina's thighs to hold
her in place. She patted Gina's curvy pantied bottom with her right hand
as she walked through the deserted and now closed shop towards the wall
opposite the changing room area.
"Good girl." cooed the shopgirl, "It's going to be a lot of fun getting to
An area of the wall shimmered as the shopgirl approached it. She walked
through the semitransparent portal. The wall stopped shimmering after
she'd carried Gina through it. A few seconds passed and then the changing
booths shimmered also and disappeared.
The real owner of the shop was locked in the Ladies and sleeping gently on
a soft pink tossover that had been thoughtfully placed there for her
comfort. She would awake thirty minutes later, feeling very, very confused
and slightly aroused. The last thing she remembered was a tall, dark
haired girl, something that looked like a silver handgun and a feeling of
being very tickled before she passed out.
Gina emerged from her sleep like she would have emerged from any other
sleep. The memories came flooding back before she opened her eyes and
when she remembered the chewing gum gas the opened her eyes wide. She
realisedthat she was struggling against something. She was tied tightly to
an x-frame, almost upright but not quite. She thrashed mightily but to no
avail. Her bonds were very secure. After a few great struggles she
realised that she was going nowhere and decided to take in her
That was the first thing that came to her mind.
Everything was pink.
The walls. The floor. The ceiling. The X Frame. Actually, she wasn't sure
where the walls ended and the ceiling began. There was no seam.
Again she struggled. Useless. There was nothing in the room except for the
x frame. It was difficult to tell how big or small the room was.
"Gassed" she muttered.
Someone had gassed her. No. It was worse than that. She had been
abducted. She had been gassed and abducted.
"Giggle gas." she whispered, suddenly confused. She could fathom
abduction, capture and all other unmentionable things. But the nature of
the gas confused her. "Why giggle gas?" she said to herself. She struggled
once more, but something stopped her in her tracks. The shopgirl had just
literally walked through the wall. Gina's mouth hung open.
"The gas we use differs from situation to situation." said the shopgirl,
"The slow acting laughing gas gently relaxes the body before
anaesthesizing the subject. We find that its the best gas for capturing
subjects who aren't aware of a threat or confrontation." she approached
the x frame and smiled into Gina's eyes, "If we expect a struggle we
generally use something like this." she held up a handgun of sorts, "Its
called the Quartermaster. It has four settings and they are all
Gina realised for the first time that she was wearing only her panties and
her thin white blouse. The tall girl's left hand resting on her thigh
brought it to her attention.
"I apologise for the inconvenience." smiled the shopgirl, replacing the
tiny Quartermaster pistolette in her clothing, "I need to ask you a few
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" shouted Gina, pulling at the x frame
fiercely but without effect, "You let me go right now you goddamn fucking
The shopgirl lifted her hand from Gina's thigh and lightly stroked Gina's
cheek. Gina jerked her head away, or tried to. An invisible force was
holding her head steady now. She hadn't noticed that before!
"I can't let you go yet. I'm sorry but I have to ask you a few questions."
she looked genuinely sad for a moment, "I regret that this has to be so,
but matters beyond my control..."
"Help! Help! Let me out of here you crazy wacko bitch!" screamed Gina.
The shopgirl cocked her head to the side. "If you don't hush up I'm afraid
The shopgirl reached into her clothing and produced another strange
device. It was like a silver salt shaker. She waved it over Gina's face. A
faint pink mist puffed out, surrounding Gina's face. It smelled like
"What the Hell are you doing!" Gina screamed, "Let me gooo...." her eyes
bugged out wide and she clamped her mouth shut, "Now what the Hell is
iss ss ss ss ha wha ha ..whatt.." her voice had softened and a strange
contorted smile was starting to break out across her face, "Wha ha ha ha
ha" she laughed softly, fighting the smile but losing the battle. "I
feel... hee he eee ee ha ha ha" she shook her head from side to side and
fought the pink gas effects but she couldn't win the battle. She was
extremely buzzed and giggling uncontrollably again.
"Sorry." she heard the shopgirl say, "But this will relax you enough that
you'll be able to make sense of my questions."
"MM mm mmake mm" Gina could not form sentances. Her face grimaced
as she smiled, giggled and wriggled on the x frame.
"The gas will wear off in a moment. Don't fight it." the shopgirl said.
She petted Gina's cheek and forehead softly, "Poor thing. Such a giggly
Gina was a struggling giggle-box for a few minutes and finally, when all
of her protests and curses had been titterred out of her body, she found
that her senses were slowly returning to her.
"What was that?" she said quietly, very fearful of a repeat dose.
"Just a simple relaxant. We use that for crowd control at the P.O.W. camps
mostly. It doesn't last long but its easy to round them up when they're
wriggling and giggling in their cells."
"The what? Crowd what? cells?"
"Nothing." the shopgirl said, "Now Gina, I need to ask you a few questions
and I am afraid that I am going to have to ask you to tell me the truth."
Gina bit her lip. She almost swore again but she didn't relish the idea of
giggling insanely for the next five minutes.
The shopgirl walked casually around the xframe towards Gina's feet. She
trailed her finger tips over Gina's blouse as she walked.
"We have ways of making you talk." the shopgirl smiled.
"What?" Gina was suddenly terrified, "What do you mean? What do you
want to know?"
The shopgirl did something that Gina did not expect and had never
experienced before. She ran her fingers, lightly, from the heel of Gina's
foot to the tips of her toes. Gina flinched in her restraints.
"I want to know everything, my dear." the shopgirl smiled. She wiggled her
fingertips against Gina's soles very softly, "Now, where to begin? hmnn?"
"I... I don't know what you're..." Gina screwed her face up and her feet
flicked from side to side in an effort to avoid the wiggling fingers. But
she couldn't avoid the fingertips. "I don't like that!" Gina exclaimed, "I
don't" and an idiot's grin started to form on her face, "Oh I don't like
that!" she said again, between closed teeth.
The shopgirls fingers moved up and down the sole of Gina's left foot, both
sets of fingers at once.
"Oh I think you like it fine." smiled the shopgirl.
"I.. stop that! stop it" and Gina succumbed to the smile. She felt herself
flushing red with embarassment, "Please don't...oooh."
"Just relax." the shopgirl sighed. She stopped tickling. "Just lay there
and enjoy this. You'll love it and when you're ready I'll ask the
questions I need you to answer for me."
Gina had regained her composure. She breathed quickly to get her senses
back once more, "Wait. Just wait. Just tell me whats going on. Just." she
watched with horror as the shopgirls fingers descended on her right foot,
"Don't. Just stop and listen a minute, will you." the fingers were almost
there again, "No! Just you listen to me! Listen!"
"Shhh." the shopgirl smiled gently.
The tickling began. Somehow Gina's right foot was more sensitive than her
"Just listen to m...meem meeee." she had to stop talking to fight the
sensations that were xrunning up her leg and making her tingle between her
legs, "I don't... nn nn ha hee hee ss stopppp..."
"Good tickly girl." cooed the shopgirl, "Such lovely feet."
Gina's idiots grin was from ear to ear now and little stifled giggles and
titters were escaping her quivering mouth. Her eyes were bugged wide and
wild one moment and then tight and hard closed the next. She was fighting
with all her might. She knew it was useless. The shopgirl knew it too.
She'd been doing this for years.
The shopgirls tickling fingers worked all round the right foot's heel and
then upwards to her soft white arch. Gina had never been tickled before -
never that she could remember. She was becoming lost in the ticklish bliss
of it all and her feet seemed to be covered with tingling sensations, like
a painless fire of tickling had engulfed them.
She was unaware of the passage of time and could not know that only 2
minutes passed before she was unable to utter coherent words. The shopgirl
tickled both feet as that moment occurred and Gina's sighing giggles
signalled that her slow tickle-domination was well under way. When the
shopgirl moved upwards to Gina's naked knees there was no outward sign
of change from Gina. Her body wiggled and convulsed helplessly still. But
inside she felt herself falling deeper into a pit of tickle mania the
likes of she could not have imagined.
"Such a good girl." breathed the shopgirl, "Such lovely soft skin. Such
lovely legs. You'd like me to tickle your thighs wouldn't you?"
Gina panicked momentarily and her eyes managed to focus on the shopgirl.
"Hush." said the shopgirl, renewing her skillful tickling. "No need to
worry. You'll love this. I promise. I promise I won't tickle your thighs
until you're good and ready." she paused her tickling for a few seconds
and Gina almost started to protest but was silenced by the shopgirls
spidery tickling fingers moving around her ankles and knees, "Tickle
tickle." she said quietly.
Gina couldn't move consciously. She couldn't make coherent sounds. She
couldn't form any thoughts besides the same one - over and over: "Oh
God... Oh God... Oh God..."
End of Part 1
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