Here is Part 5 of Chapter 11 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!

Chapter Beginnings

Chapter 1: Captured by the Tickle Cartel: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...F-FF-F-(belly)
Chapter 2: Transfer to the Tickle Cartel: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...F-F-*-F-belly)
Chapter 3: Finding Jen’s Skill: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-F-FF-F-belly)
Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-gang-F-belly)
Chapter 5: Palace Night: Beginning: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-1-(F-F-belly)
Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-1-(F-F-belly)
Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...(F-F-all-over)
Chapter 8: Palace Night: Closing: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-1-(F-F-belly)
Chapter 9: Interlude: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-F-belly-feet)
Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-F-belly-feet)
Chapter 11: Prep Week, Day 1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-F-upper-body)

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Chapter 11: Prep Week, Day 1:
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...(F-F-all-over)

During the long break, most of the students took a short walk outside, where it was sunny, before returning to the classroom. Gabriella recovered from her tickle torture with plenty of time to take a walk outside herself, where Jen accompanied her to chat further. Everyone was disappointed when the break finally came to an end, and with the announcement from Miss Akari, Jen and her classmates took their seats. “Okay, now we’re going to do another tickle test demonstration.” The reluctance to return to class vanished at this statement from Miss Akari, and everyone took a second to wonder who would be called up. “Jen, please come up here.”

Jen nodded and walked up to the front, where she was instructed to go to the same X-frame that Gabriella had been bound to not long ago. Before Gabriella had been released, the floor exposing her feet had been replaced, and Jen stood on solid ground as she was tied tight. ‘This could be worse, I think,’ Jen pondered her situation as she was restrained. ‘It’s just tickling, and I’m sure I have more resistance than Gabriella did.’

“Is that comfortable, Jen?” her soon-to-be-tickler wondered, which Jen affirmed. “You know the drill.” Jen tensed up just a little as the floor was pulled out from underneath her feet, but she relaxed when she felt no downward movement.

‘Guess I am really secure here,’ Jen noted as she looked up to Miss Akari. The tickler had on the same grin all her good ticklers had been wearing, something that strangely reassured Jen. ‘If she’s really as good as all the other ticklers, I’ll be just fine.’

“You look so ticklish, Jen,” the tickler stated, looking straight into Jen’s eyes. “You look nervous about this. Are you nervous?”

“Nope.” After all the previous ticklings Jen had gone through, steeling herself for the impending tickling was one of the easiest things to do. Unlike Gabriella, Jen did not even flinch when Miss Akari’s fingers jumped towards her neck and back. “I’m ready.”

“You’ll change your mind later,” Akari promised as she began tickling over Jen’s neck.

“Hehehehe,” Jen weakly giggled as her neck was targeted. Despite the fact that her tickler clearly knew what she was doing, it did not tickle hardly at all. “This ahahahall you gohot?”

“Not by a longshot,” was the teacher’s response as she moved down to Jen’s armpits, scribbling around in them.

“Stihihill not bahahahad,” Jen was beginning to frustrate her tickler with her constant and confident giggles. She had not squirmed at all yet, and she was still doing perfectly fine.

“Guess those aren’t great spots on you,” Akari admitted. “Let’s try further down.”

“AHAHAHA!” Laughter finally flowed out of Jen’s mouth when her ribs were tickled. Miss Akari used an aggressive technique, digging into and counting the ribs to make it tickle as much as possible. However, Jen’s positive attitude was undeterred, and she laughed out, “THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS GOHOHOHOOD!”

“You’re a resistant one, aren’t you?” the teacher questioned. “But you know what? You’re also really ticklish, and that will work on you sometime.” She continued the intense rib tickles for another few minutes before targeting Jen’s ticklish torso. “Now, how ticklish is this tummy of yours?”

“LOHOHOHOHOTS!” Jen laughed harder, but still managed to include comprehensible words. “REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!”

“I think we’ll have lots of fun with your belly this week.” Despite Jen’s happy attitude, her tickler was confident that she could break Jen with sufficient stomach tickling. “And let’s get a preview of all the tickles you’re going to have to endure here. I’m going to tickle torture your tummy until you break, Jen.”

“WEHEHEHE DOHOHOHOHONT HAHAHAHAVE EHEHENOHOHOUGH TIHIHIME!” Jen retorted through her hysterical laughter. The smile plastered on her face was echoed in her mind, and she joyfully allowed the tickles to continue without struggle. “BUHUHUHUT YOUHUHUHU CAHAHAN TRYHYHYHY!”

Following five intense minutes of tickling Jen’s midriff, primarily the bellybutton after its extreme sensitivity was revealed, Akari admitted defeat, and she moved onto her ticklee’s legs. “I guess you are resistant to tummy tickling, but someone will get you this week,” she declared. “Now, let’s see how ticklish these legs are.”

“Hehehehe,” Jen returned to giggles nearly instantly when her midsection was released in favor of her legs. “Thihihis is great! I could hehe do this all day!” The dramatic shift from laughing hysterically to hardly giggling shocked everyone in the class, and Jen relaxed at the leg tickles.

“It seems these aren’t a great spot either,” Miss Akari sounded defeated before going down and beginning tickling Jen’s feet. “But feet are always a good spot to tickle.”

“I guess thehehy ahahare,” Jen’s giggles became more frequent with the foot tickling. The class observed that they were clearly more ticklish than everywhere except her middle, but there was a decently long drop from even her ribs to her feet.

“Alright, you can rest… some more, I guess,” the teacher allowed after another five minutes of foot tickling. “Class, what did we learn about Jen’s ticklishness?”

“Her tummy needs lots of tickling,” Theresa spoke up. “Especially her bellybutton.”

“Yeah, and her ribs need to be targeted, too,” Gabriella proclaimed. “They may not be as good, but they’re good enough.”

“It seems like it would take some tools to get her laughing from foot or armpit tickling, and maybe even some more,” Aurora announced. “I’m sure we can do it, though.”

“All good observations,” Miss Akari broadcasted. “And yes, I think we can get her laughing with some tools on spots other than her stomach and ribs. Today will be focused on fingers, though. Now for the most ticklish spot, I think it’s between those two spots. Again, raise your hand to guess what’s more ticklish. Stomach? Ribs?” As expected, everyone raised their hands to indicate they thought Jen’s abdomen was her weak point, and Akari agreed, “Yes, I think it is obvious that her stomach is her most ticklish spot. And because it was unanimous and I already tickled Gabriella extra, I’m going to tickle Jen’s tummy for another ten minutes.”

“AHAHAHA IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen began laughing as the tickles came when the tickler finished her statement. Fingernails were working all over her bare belly, tickling with deviously light scribbles. “TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHA MYHYHYHY TUHUHUMMEHEHEHE!” With the restraints holding her tight, the squirming that Jen did was completely ineffective. However, the laughter coming out of her mouth was all anyone needed to hear to realize how ticklish she was. Miss Akari soon focused in on the tickle button in the center of her general target, ensuring that a finger was always inside it, and Jen went crazy. “THEHEHEHE BUHUHUHUTTOHOHON! SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLIHIHISH! AHAHAHAHA KEHEHEHEP GOHOHOIHING!” Despite her insane sensitivity, Jen did not plead for any sort of mercy, instead just taking the tickling the same way that she had been since she was captured by the Tickle Cartel. Ten minutes passed without the teacher coming close to breaking her student, and she reluctantly let Jen out, with two students coming to keep the former ticklee from falling over.

“Alright, since Jen got tickled quite a bit right there, we’re going to take another break,” Miss Akari broadcasted to the room. “However, Jen clearly takes tickling better than Gabriella, and since our time today is beginning to run out, we’re only going to have a twenty-minute break. Be back in here by 11:30.” Jen sat in her seat for a few minutes, but she began walking around at about 11:16. Some people asked about her endurance, but she deflected those questions, preferring that her enjoyment of tickling not become known by the class. By the time that class resumed at 11:30, everyone was looking forward to the imminent end of the first day of Transporter Training. “We only have thirty minutes left in class today, and I’ve got a special activity planned. Because our class includes a lot of tickling and getting tickled, our desks can be used as restraining devices. Jen, Gabriella, please lie on top of your desks.” With a worried look, Gabriella obeyed, while Jen also complied with a more nonchalant attitude. Miss Akari came over and tied the two up, using Aurora’s and Sienna’s desks to hold their feet. “And now comes the fun part. Aurora, Catalina, and Zoe, you’ll be tickling Jen for the remainder of our time today. Sienna, Theresa, and Camille, you will be tickling Gabriella. Make sure to get all their weakest spots! Before we start, I would like to tell Jen and Gabriella that you will get the chance to tickle them back, but not today. I’ll be offering advice and help to both teams at times so that both our ticklees get all their laughter out. Go ahead and start!”

“AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Aurora had started out at Jen’s feet while the others were making their way over, and Jen began laughing again. Soon enough, her midsection became the main tickle target, with all three of her ticklers spidering their fingers across her stomach. Jen tried to keep up her descriptive laughter, but it was gone in five minutes. The trio tickling her torso overwhelmed Jen’s senses, and soon, all she could do was laugh. Despite this, she was still enjoying the tickles, and she allowed herself to laugh without any more than the minimal resistance. The teacher joined in for a couple of minutes a couple of times, making her laugh harder whenever the number of fingers on her abdomen was upped to forty. Although she was not broken, Jen was exhausted by the time Miss Akari instructed everyone to stop at noon. Akari wished everyone a good day and reminded them of the clothing policy for future days while she released Jen and Gabriella. Rolling over once she was unbound, Jen noticed that Gabriella was also exhausted, and she was further broken. Jen had not been able to hear her fellow ticklee during the ticklings due to her own loud laughter, but one look told her everything she needed to know. Within a few minutes, Jen got up and said goodbye to Akari.

Jen headed outside the Transporter Training building, and someone immediately approached her, “Hello, are you Jen?”

“Yes,” Jen cautiously answered.

“I’m Rebecca, and Queen Mistress Heather said you’ll be staying with me for the next week.” Jen suddenly remembered Queen Mistress Heather mentioning Rebecca as the latter introduced herself. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Great to meet you,” Jen offered a smile.

“You look like you’re exhausted; let’s get in the T cart,” Rebecca noticed Jen’s low level of energy, and Jen followed her to the T cart. “I take it you were tickled quite a bit, judging by your general state.”

“Yeah, the crop top certainly invited tickling, I guess,” Jen admitted, beginning to grow comfortable with Rebecca.

“I’m sure it did; clothes like that tend to attract that attention around here,” Rebecca responded. “And they’re pretty common, so you won’t feel left out or anything like that. Anyway, I thought that if it’s alright with you, we can go have lunch at my apartment.”

“Lunch sounds like a wonderful idea,” Jen stated as her stomach growled.

“Guess your tummy agrees with me,” Rebecca smirked, and she began driving. “By the way, I’ve already got all the stuff that Tickle Mistress Wendy got for you, and we’ll go shopping whenever you want to get anything else you need.” Another glance over to Jen revealed that she was very tired, and the host addressed her, “You can rest until we get back to my place.”

“Thanks; I’m normally more talkative,” Jen declared, and she closed her eyes until the T cart stopped, although she did not sleep.

When they arrived at a large apartment complex, Jen had regained a decent amount of energy. Rebecca led her inside the apartment complex and into an apartment on the bottom floor. “This is my apartment, and I’ll show you around after lunch. The bathroom is to your right if you want to wash up, and I’ll get the food on the table.” After a quick trip to the restroom, Jen came out to see chili on the table. She and Rebecca chatted as they ate, mostly Rebecca explaining what they would be doing during the week and getting to know Jen. Following the meal, the host showed Jen around the two-bed, two-bath apartment, and Jen set up some stuff in her bedroom before Rebecca knocked on her door. “Hey, Jen, we’ve got to go. Your schedule has a tickle fight with someone named Diana at 1:30, and we need to drive there.” Satisfied with her room for now, Jen hurried out, and the two got back in the T cart. “While we drive over to Gym Giggles, which is where the tickle fight is supposed to be, can you tell me a little about this Diana? I’m just curious to know who she is and why you’re supposed to tickle fight her.”

“Oh, Diana’s going to be accompanying me on my transporter trip,” Jen explained. “Apparently, she used to be a great Transporter, but now she’s one of Queen Mistress Heather’s servants. We’re having tickle fights so that we can really get to know each other’s most ticklish spots. Queen Mistress Heather wants there to be plenty of practice tickling on the way over and back, with all three of us, Maddie included, taking turns as the tickler. Diana and I both know where the other’s most ticklish spot is, but we don’t know the best techniques yet. Her feet are really sensitive, so I’m going to get a lot of experience tickling them this week.”

“I see,” Rebecca smiled after a moment of hesitation. “That sounds like a lot of fun; I hope you win some of the tickle fights so that you get to punish her.”

“So do I,” Jen agreed before addressing Rebecca’s quick pause, “You paused a little bit when I said that Diana’s feet were her most ticklish spot. What was that for?”

“Rats,” Rebecca mumbled under her breath. She turned back to Jen and spoke up, “My feet happen to be my most ticklish spot, so there shall be no foot tickle torture at my place. I don’t want to experience all the tickle torture techniques that you’re putting Diana through, understand?”

“Okay, no foot tickle torture in the apartment,” Jen easily accepted the conditions. “I may sneak over and give your feet a quick tickle if I can catch you off guard, though. But I won’t stay and tickle torture them then.”

“That’s alright, and you will have some opportunities to tickle torture my feet outside the apartment,” Rebecca declared. “But you should know that if my feet are available for surprise tickles, so is your belly.”

“That’s fair,” Jen allowed. “I probably need tummy tickles if I’m getting caught off guard, anyways.”

The tickling discussion was over after this, with the conversation shifting to more general topics until they arrived at Gym Giggles and Rebecca announced, “We’re here. Let’s go inside so you can have your tickle fight with Diana.” The two entered the building, Jen building up adrenaline so she could tickle Queen Mistress Heather’s servant into submission.

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Love to hear from any females that share a passion for bondage edging and tickling. I'm on Fetlife PAT-X
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Dear all,

How are you? I hope you are doing well. I don't know if anyone is interested in this rare fetish called "hotfoot." The hotfoot joke that excites me is made only in female feet. A hotfoot is a prank of secretly inserting a match between the upper and sole of a victim's shoe or between the toes or under or on the side of a victim's barefoot unknown to the victim. The match is then lit and allowed to burn down. However, it is a fetish fantasy. Whether staged or real, the reaction is fascinating. I will post two old videos here if any member wants to discuss it:


https://youtu.be/K75cpCJuSOM

https://youtu.be/B-ZIAsDLMCI

Cheers,

Hello everyone!

I see alot of fellow tickle lovers in Toronto so I wanted to see if we have any in Ottawa.
I am a ler (dude 24) and im open to chatting to all lees, male or female.
Send me a dm if you wanna chat!

It' super sad that most of the tickling clips on pornhub are gone.

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Hi! I'd like to share my newest story.
This one is a three part story. All three parts should be available by Monday.

Grace’s Tickle-Therapy
MMFF/F ● Tickle-Therapy & Interrogation ● Extreme Feet Tickling

Synopsis:
Grace Kelly is a reporter trying to expose a corrupt politician. She manages to get her hands on a damning piece of evidence, but before she can do anything with it, she’s abducted and taken to an abandoned mental hospital.
The kidnappers’ goals are to make her give up all backups of the evidence, and teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. To achieve these ends, they’re going to take advantage of her ultimate weakness: Her extremely ticklish feet.
How many backups will Grace surrender to buy relief from her Tickle-Therapy? Will she have any left in the end?

Part1:
https://www.deviantart.com/featherhe...-1-3-864434135
Part2:
Coming Soon
Part3:
Coming Soon

Inspired by this awesome artwork:
https://www.deviantart.com/featherhe...ary7-864430209

Enjoy!
And please leave a comment if you like it!

Sarah and Beccy both woke up at the same time and immediately realised they couldn't move see they tried to scream but to their horror tape had been put over their mouths they both had been grabbed by two masked men they had been taken to a disused hotel both were stripped to their underwear and tied securely next to eachother on a bed both Sarah and Beccy were 5ft7 long black hair both had a pale complexion Sarah had a slightly tonned stomach with a little puppy fat on her lower tummy and milk white soles Beccy her sister had a flattish stomach a sparkling bellybutton ring and pale soles both girls were wearing black bras and knickers desperately trying to break free their muffled screams lost in their gags their wrists were tied so that only their arms touched eachouth suddenly footsteps were getting closer"Hello Sarah and Beccy mmmmm two lovely sisters this will be fun " with that both girls screams turned into uncontrollable hysterical muffled laughter as both felt fingers starting to tickle their soft soles both girls twisted and turned bucked and jumped as the fingers continued to scribble all over their incredibly ticklish feet one of the men laughed "Awww what's the matter shall we take the gags off " Suddenly the gags got taken off both girls gasped for air and screamed "NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOHOOOTTTT THHHAAAAAAAAHHHHAT PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE STTTAAAAHAAAP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHS NOOOOOOOO NOOOHOT OURRRRRRRR FEEEEEEHEEEET HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE MAAAAKEEEE IIIIT STTTAAAAHAAAP PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE HEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHE GAAAAHAAAAAD HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!" both men carried on torturing their soles with evil grins all of a sudden they stopped both girls were still giggling both began pleading and begging "PLEASE PLEASE LET US GOOOOO WE CAAANNNT TAAAAHAAAAAAKE BEING TICKLED PLEASE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE!!!!!" One of the men said "Oh you two we are going to tickle every inch of you the question is who will we tickle first who is the most ticklish sister maybe we tickle you both at the same time or one after the other my friend loves feet I love bellies and armpits especially ones that are so pale and soft you see we know everything about you to where you live where you work and where you are ticklish but shall we tickle Sarah or Beccy .... how about Beccy!!!" Beccy screamed "NOOO NOOOOO NOT MEE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T!!!" One of the men whispered in Sarahs ear "shall we tickle your younger sister start at her feet work uo to her tummy and armpits hmmm ???" As the other man whispered in Beccys ear"Or shall we tickle your older sister first start at her feet work our way up to her soft armpits you have one minute to decide !!!!" Both girls screamed "DONT DO THIS TO US PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO US PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE!!!" the two men looked at eachother "Very well " as Sarah and Beccy felt the men straddle their hips "Last chance " both sisters bit their lips then exploded into fits of hysterical laughter as the men began tickling poking probing spidering dancing across their spasming bellies "HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHA NOOOOOOOO NOOOHOT OURRRRRRRR TUMMMMIIIES HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOOOOOOOOHOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE OOOOHHHH GAAAAHAAAAAD HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" Both were bouncing against their restraints as the fingers explored their unbearably ticklish tummies the tickling stopped Beccy felt the man get off her "WH....WHATS GOING ON!!!" Then she heard Sarah scream like someone possesed as she both men began tickling Sarahs feet and stomach at the same time Sarah was thrashing around screaming howling shrieking begging pleading tears were rolling down her face NOOOO NOT MYYYY FEEEEEEHEEEET AND TUMMMMMMHEEEEEEYYYYY PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE DOOOOOHOOOONT HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAAAAARRRGGGHHH GAAAAHAAAAAD HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAAAAARRRGGGHHH GAAAAHAAAAAD HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!" Beccy was screaming "GET OFF MY SISTER NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO DONT TICKLE HER PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE STTTAAAAHAAAP IIIIT!!!!" one of the men smirked "Oh you'll have your turn soon Beccy shall we see how deep Sarahs bellybutton is " Sarah wet herself as she felt all ten fingers poking probing and swirling in her navel as the other man started raking her soft smooth soles with a hairbrush Sarah was squealing "NOOOOOOOOHOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE STTTAAAAHAAAP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHS HAHAHAAAAARRRGGGHHH STTTAAAAHAAAP IIIIT GAAAAHAAAAAD HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAAAAARRRGGGHHH STTTAAAAHAAAP STTTAAAAHAAAP PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE STTTAAAAHAAAP IIIIT!!!!!" as the man tickling her belly laughed "I wonder what it tastes like" Saeages eyes popped out her head as he sunk his tongue deep into her bellybutton whilst scribbling and spidering her now quivering spasming flexing tummy "NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOHOOOTTTT MYYYY BELLLLLHEEEEEEEHAHAHAHABUUUUTTTOOOHOOOOON GAAAAHAAAAAD HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHA NOOOOOOOO NOOOHOT MYYYY TUMMMMMMHEEEEEEYYYYY PLEASE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE STTTAAAAHAAAP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHS WHYYYYY YOOOOUUHOOOOO DOING THIIIS TOO USSSSS!!!!" the man pulled his tounge out "Mmmm tasty COOOCHIE COOOCHIE COOOOOO SARAH YOUR SISTERS NEXT THEN I GOT SONETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU TWO!!!!" as his fingers started moving up to Sarahs soft smooth unbearably ticklish armpits which she lost controll of her bladder her mind and body "NOOOOOOOOHOOOOO NOOOOOHOOOTTTT MYYYY ARRRRMMMMPIIIIHIIIITS HEHEHEHEHE GAAAAHAAAAAD NOOOHOT MYYYY FEEEEEEHEEEET STTTAAAAHAAAP PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE IIIIII BEEEEEHHHEEEEG YOOOOUUHOOOOO STTTAAAAHAAAP IIIIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHS NOOOOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE WHYYYYY!!!!!" as the man who was still tickling her now exhausted soles then with a grin grabbed her toes "THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO MARKET THIS LITTLE PIGGY STAYED AT HOME THIS LITTLE PIGGY HAD ROAST BEEF AND THIS LITTLE PIGGY HAD NONE AAAAAAND THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT WEEEEEHEEEEEEE WEEEEEHEEEEEEE WEEEEEEEEE WEEEEEHEEEEEEE ALLL THE WAYYYY HOOOOHOOOOME COOOCHIE COOOCHIE COOOOOO!!!!" as he did a mixture of fingers and brushes Sarah was now a mumbling squeaking mess as both men stopped and watched her spasm quiver and giggle as the tickling sensation travelled through her body Beccy screamed "NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOT ME PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE I HATE BEING TICKLED!!!!" as both men took their positions the man looked at Sarahs trembling sweaty exhausted body and then looked at Beccy "Its like cookies and cream your the soft cookie your sister is the cream haha your older sister can't save you " with that he dug his fingers into Beccys ribs and began blowing raspberries on her soft smooth tummy and bellybutton whilst the other man started raking his fingers all over her incredibly ticklish soles " Beccy exploded and nearly broke her restraints " HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE OOOOHHHH GOOOOHOOOOD STTTAAAAHAAAP IIIIT HAHAHA HAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAAAAARRRGGGHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOO GAAAAHAAAAAD NOOOHOT MYYYY BELLLLLHEEEEEEEHAHAHAHABUUUUTTTOOOHOOOOON STTTAAAAHAAAP LIIIIHIIIIICKING MYYYYYY TUMMMMMMHEEEEEEYYYYY AND BELLLLLHEEEEEEEHAHAHAHABUUUUTTTOOOHOOOOON HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE MAAAAKEEEE IIIIT STTTAAAAHAAAP MAAAAKEEEE IIIIT STTTAAAAHAAAP PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE NOOOHOT MYYYY FEEEEEEHEEEET HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" The man tickling her tummy laughed "So smooth never know two ticklish sisters like you two and to think we know where you both work and you won't even know who we are cause you can't see us COOOCHIE COOOCHIE COOOOOO BECCY AWWWW TGATS RIGHT LAUGH LAUGH YOUR HEAD OFF I WANT TO TASTE AND SMELL YOU BOTH WE COULD BE AT OLIVER BONAS AND YOU BOTH WONT KNOW WE WILL GET YOU FIRST TGEN GET YOUR SISTER TGERES NO ESCAPE COOOCHIE COOOCHIE COOOOOO AHHHHHH COOOCHIE COOOCHIE COOOOOO LOOK HOW YOUR TUMMY PUFFS UP AND DOWN !!!!" Beccy was spluttering begging pleading tears were rolling down her face sweat patches forming on her forehead and body as she felt fingers moving up her sides to her armpits " NO NO PLEASE PLEASE STTTAAAAHAAAP NOOOHOT MYYYY ARRRRMMMMPIIIIHIIIITS HEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHE GAAAAHAAAAAD HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOOOHOT MYYYY ARRRRMMMMPIIIIHIIIITS NOOOHOT MYYYY FEEEEEEHEEEET !!!!" one of the men laughed we are going to tickle you both don't worry you and your sister can laugh together soon Oh yes Beccy we have such a suprise for you!!!!" As the two men stopped Beccys bladder emptied as both girls were shaking spasming uncontrollably Beccy was giggling as Sarah was still gurgling giggling both sisters exhausted from laughing so much Beccy whimpered "PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE NO MORE PLEASE PLEASE DONT TICKLE US !!!!" suddenly both felt something slipping into their bellybuttons "WHA....WHATS THAT WHAT YOU DOING PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE DONT " one of the men said "there are three feathers inside your sexy bellybuttons now these will start rotating and tickling you from the inside out the more you laugh the faster the feathers will turn" Sarah started coming around "Oh god no more please PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSE DOOOOOHOOOONT HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHA NOOOOOOOO OOOOOOHHHH GAAAAHAAAAAD NOOOOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE MAAAAKEEEE IIIIT STTTAAAAHAAAP!!!!!" as the feathers started swirling inside their navels as the two men began tickling their feet and armpits "THERES NO ESCAPE LADIES WE ARE GOING TO KEEP ON TICKLING YOU NOW WE KNOW WGERE YOU WORK WE ARE GOING TO TICKLE AND TICKLE YOU KEEP LAUGHING MY TICKLE PUFFS THE MORE YOU LAUGH THE MORE WE TICKLE......

THE END

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Beautiful petite girl Helena spends the day barefoot in the city (Part 6 of 6)

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Beautiful miniature girl Helena spends the day barefoot in the city. She relaxes and walks in parks and embankments, showing her sensitive soles and soft feet in various public places.

Part 6 of 6.

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- Helena. Young and very beautiful petite girl with small and soft feet. 21 year old, 36 size feet.

"HAHAHA - Please stop!!! HAHAHA - You're - HAHAHA - KILLING ME!!!"
"Silence! Stop stealing my lines!!!"



Crossover Fetish FanArt
All Characters Depicted as Adult - whether living, immortal, or whatnot...
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Hi All! Mom and I were just talking about Cyberpunk, and she had a thought. I don't know if this is what's causing most of the worse glitches or not, but felt I it worth mentioning.

I've not saw any bad (game breaking) glitches, but I've also not done the first update. I know from my Sims 4 days that, while updates fix some issues, they can cause others. Could the update be the cause of so many glitches?

Just a thought.

Hola TMFers!

We are back to some upper body action and with a very ticklish new model, Alaina! Mature hottie Francia was drafted in to do some tickling on this one. We always get comments on how young Francia looks for 41 and in no clip is that more evident than this one - if you told me she was 25, I'd be like "and what a hot 25 year-old she is too". Francia has the most fun tickling Alaina in this one, and Alaina is wonderfully ticklish all over her upper body, but the hotspot is almost certainly her underarms, which Francia exploits to get some marvelous reactions. Another highlight is Francia's use of oil to lube up Alaina's armpits and belly, making an interesting pattern before rubbing and tickling it into the soft skin of Alaina while she giggles and howls with hysterical laughter.

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Hope you enjoy DROP #233!

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Having been part of a group of colonisers to an arid world, it had been a long five years since Sandra had seen a real ocean. Her current life was great, she had married another scientist named Richard just before arriving and the two had really made a home on their new planet, but she had long since looked forward to this trip. Away from the desert and into a month long holiday with no cares at all.


Although, there was something else besides a fun escape for this. Paradiso made sure to cater to every fantasy, including for ones with a more... adult twist. She had approached the subject with Richard and although he had tried to hide his interest, she knew him well enough to see he was all but ecstatic over the idea of things taking a more mature twist.


Both Sandra and Richard shared a deep love of tickling in the bedroom, their mutual kink having led to intense evenings together. Paradiso's mature options for fantasies had intrigued Sandra and she and Richard had spent several evenings pouring over them, finding a number that grabbed their attention. They had both latched onto something in particular though, that the AI on the island could create numerous partners for them to play with, several at the same time in fact.


As much as she loved Richard, Sandra couldn't help but consider the possibilities open to her on that front. She held several fantasies on what Richard teasingly called her 'gang-bang kink' and had been the first to bring up the option, much to her relief. She suspected that he had done it partly so he could have his own session on similar lines, but she wasn't going to begrudge him that at least.


So, after several months of planning and getting ready, the couple had touched down on Paradiso with the first few days dedicated to time together. Paradiso truly catered towards everything with areas of natural beauty and the most thrilling of theme parks. After several exhausting and delightful days of that though, the time had come for her and Richard to get some alone time.


With the last week being dedicated to exploring the planet, Sandra and Richard had put this day aside for their adult fantasies, there being an island set aside for exactly that. Although it felt a little odd, there was something almost liberating when the two had split up on their separate ways once they reached the island. This was for their own fantasies and theirs alone, things that they might not be able to do, even together.


A cabin on the beach had been Sandra's selected location for her fantasy. She had always found the ocean rather romantic, with the cabin having only three walls, the fourth taken away so she could have a view of the sapphire waters and golden sands. The cabin itself wasn't really decorated aside from a large bed that was so soft she practically sank into it when she laid down on it. She made a mental note to get the name of the make and order one for home.


Sandra had a few minutes to settle in so she laid on the bed, her eyes half-closed as she listened to the sounds of the waves lapping against the shore. For her session, she was wearing a yellow bikini that was perhaps a size too small for her. She had put on a little weight as age had caught up with her, but it had mostly gone to her curves, giving a voluptuous appearance, which she was rather proud of.


With rich, ebony skin and long hair tied into dreadlocks, Sandra felt confident about her looks, her eyes lit up and showing her intelligence, especially when tackling a puzzle. Her face was one naturally given to a relaxed smile and most people felt at ease around her, something she was happy to help with the odd joke as well.


Now though, she felt herself unable to make much of a comment as several figures appeared. Created by the hard light built into the cabin, the four men were essentially holograms able to touch the things around them as if they were real people. Sandra licked her lips nervously as the four figures completely materialised, showing off four muscular men in speedos, smiling at her as they looked down at the woman.


All this was very self-indulgent, she was ready to admit, but she was on holiday after all.


“Why, hello there.” One of the men purred, a tall, Hispanic man with a muscular frame and jet black hair that was cut short “And what are you doing here?”


Despite this being all her fantasy, Sandra suddenly started to feel rather flustered, especially as the man sat down on the bed next to her, his hand starting to trace gently over her arm in a teasing manner “J-Just relaxing.” She said, already starting to feel aroused.


There was nothing Sandra loved more than being teased. Soft touches and tickles were more than enough to stoke her fire and she writhed on the bed as another of the men sat down and stroked his fingers over her other arm, his fingers gliding over the skin smoothly. This man was tanned bronze with brown hair, the muscles on his body going along with Sandra's type.


“How about we help you relax?” Another of the men said as the remaining two sat down at her legs, gently placing their hands on her ankles and trapping Sandra's legs to the mattress while their free hands idly played with her legs, starting the same stroking as the other two along her thighs.


Sandra gasped at these new sensations and a smile began to tug at her lips. Even already, it began to tickle her and she twitched as the fingers traced up her thighs, causing her to giggle. That's when the two men at her arms gently pushed them down and all four limbs now sank down into the bed, trapping Sandra completely.


“Now, now. You want to relax.” The Hispanic man said in a low voice, making Sandra gulp as she felt a shiver of arousal go through her “You can't do that if you're moving about all the time now, can you?”


“I-I can try!” Sandra countered nervously, feeling the butterflies in her tummy multiply and grow as she realised just how helpless she was. These four men could do exactly what she wished for and then some, giving her her wildest dreams. It was embarrassing, but Sandra saw her nipples already harden through her thin bra, her body even more eager to do this than her mind was.


Chuckling at that, the Hispanic man stroked his finger down the inside of her arm, past her elbow and getting close to her armpit “No need. We'll do everything for, and to, you. Just lie back and take it.”


Biting her lip a little, Sandra had to fight back the urge to giggle from the light teasing and moan from the man's words. She knew he was just an artificial construct, but everything she was feeling right now was incredibly real. Four sets of fingers were smoothly stroking over her arms and legs, keeping up a gentle, teasing touch that nevertheless made Sandra grin widely and wiggle against the bed.


“See? You're relaxing already.” The Hispanic man cooed “Now, let's move onto the next part.”


As he said that, Sandra felt the fingers on her arms finally move down to her armpits and the fingers on her thighs sped up their teasing and ticklish movements. She reacted quickly as her giggles became more frantic and her body wiggled from the ticklish feelings now moving to more vulnerable spots.


“Ohohononoohohooo!!” Sandra protested, feeling the fingers tease around her armpits, stroking gently over the smooth skin as the two men each had a finger slowly circling inside of them. With her sensitivity, even those gentle touches were enough to get Sandra riled up. Her head began to shake as she already began to get overwhelmed from it all and they were barely even starting.


The four men continued with their slight touches stroking over Sandra's thighs and underarms. She had always been sensitive to tickling, as her husband had taken advantage of more times than she could count. More than hard tickling with fingers digging into sensitive spots though, it was the softest of touches that turned her into a giggling wreck, as well as lit a fire of arousal deep within her.


“Are you enjoying this, Sandra?” The Hispanic man asked, a long finger wiggling right into the centre of her hollow “Do you love the tickle, tickle, tickles?”


The teasing talk only provoked more laughter as Sandra felt a blush cross her face. She almost regretted putting this into her request on what to do, with how easy it was to fluster her from such talk. On the other hand, she had to stifle a moan as those same words only made her more horny. It was embarrassing how easy this was to them, but she craved even more of it.


The tickling on her thighs had moved to the inside of them, the fingers skittering up and down as they got closer and closer to her womanhood with each rise, but never reached the wanted spot. The quick movements of the fingers rising up to just below her groin and back down again was maddeningly delightful and caused more than a few gasps to come from Sandra outright.


“Stahahhaapppteeasiinnggg!!” Sandra protested as the fingers yet again crawled up her thighs and down again, her entire body quivering with lust.


The men around Sandra chuckled, the sound just furthering Sandra's feelings of utter helplessness and sending a wave of arousal washing over her once again “But you like being teased.” The Hispanic man pointed out “You love being tickled all over. We're going to do that, tickle, tickle you on your body, strip you naked and tickle you till you can't take it anymore. You're our ticklish little plaything.”


If it wasn't for the fact that she was being forced to giggle relentlessly from the tickles, Sandra would have turned to utter mush from those words alone. Almost all of her buttons were being pressed right now and her head spun. The tanned man reached down and turned his attention to her belly, his fingers flicking over her stomach as it quivered with laughter.


“Shall I tease your belly?” The tanned man whispered in a way that made Sandra's mouth run dry “I bet you're ticklish there. I bet you'll go crazy if we tickle your tummy.”


If the two men hadn't been holding down her hands, Sandra would have tried slipping one down to start rubbing herself right now. As it was, she was 'forced' to endure the tickles on her body, the finger wiggling into her armpit, the flicking and teasing over her belly and the strokes up and down her thighs. A part of her almost resented how easy they were playing with her. The rest simply wanted more.


“Ohohoohehehehtoohohoomuuucchhh!!” Sandra giggled. She had only really experienced this type of thing with Richard before and hadn't taken into account the jump from one person teasing her to four. She was learning about her miscalculation now though.


“Too much? But we've barely even begun.” This Hispanic man, leaning in closely and planting a kiss on her face, it being just as soft and sensual as the rest of the treatment Sandra was getting “Or is it because you're a tickly little girl? You are, aren't you? A helpless, giggly girl.”


The more he spoke, the more Sandra was convinced that he was telling the truth, that she was just helplessly ticklish. Her mind began to lose all cohesion as the sensual touches they were applying to her overwhelmed everything else. She wanted them to stop, she wanted them to carry on, she wanted them to make it a hundred times more intense. It was wonderfully unbearable.


Adding to things was the fact that the other three men began to mix up their tickling with kisses as well. Their lips planed soft kisses along her thighs and belly, causing Sandra to let out a high-pitched squeal like a kettle on the boil. The tickling was enough, did they really have to pepper her body with the kisses as well?!


“How's our giggly little girl handling things now?” The Hispanic man asked, planting a soft kiss on both of Sandra's cheeks “Seems like you're enjoying it. You're all hot under the collar.”


Sandra could hardly deny this, she was hot all over, completely aroused and her body radiated heat as a result. Even her bikini felt stifling right now, especially with how damp she was down below. The fingers teasing her belly began to really amp things up as they skirted over her panty line, getting so close to her crotch and teasing Sandra by avoiding it. The tickling on that spot would have gotten her hot before, now, she was all but broken by it.


“NohohoHOOHAAYEHEHHEOOhhsttahhaappp!!” She cried out, trying to pull her legs together and rub them, anything to increase the pleasure and push her over the edge.


“Why would we stop? You love this. You love the ticky-tickles.” The Hispanic man said before kissing Sandra on her cheek once more, his hand moving down to her bikini top “Maybe you'll like it more if I play with your tits? Want me to do that? All you have to do is ask nicely and the top comes off.”


Moans and laughter broke through in equal measure as Sandra felt the four-way attack on her body continue. The tickling on her thighs had turned to pinching on the insides, fingers gently digging in and making her legs jolt from each ticklish pinch given to her. Added to that were the kisses pressing over the fronts of her thighs, working in just the right way to make Sandra's toes curl.


The Hispanic man and tanned man were playing with her upperbody just as well. The Hispanic man played with the area just below Sandra's breasts, stroking from side to side and prodding into her ribs whenever he reached them. The tanned man's hand played with the lower belly with ticklish strokes, swiping just above her groin in particular and flicking his fingers across the skin. He even places his mouth against her stomach and kissed against her navel time and time again, making sure they were timed with the swishing of his fingers.


Gasping, moaning, laughing and squealing, it was everything Sandra had hoped for and still ran roughshod over her. She couldn't take this level of teasing for too long, craving more “TaahahahakkeieitttoohohohohoooOOFFFFF!!” She cried out pleadingly, wanting her entire bikini to fly off at this point if it meant being touched more.


“Gladly.” The Hispanic man purred, his slight tug on the bikini top managing to easily pull it away and expose Sandra's large breasts. She felt grateful to the freedom afforded to them now, no longer confined to the material of the clothing, although some embarrassment came to her. Despite the four figures essentially being holograms, begging them to remove her bikini top made her feel even more flustered than before.


Whatever relief Sandra got from the release of her breasts, it was soon lost as the tanned man brought his mouth to her tits and kissed her hard nipples. Gaping like a fish, Sandra felt a surge of ecstasy crash through her body, overwhelming her almost completely. Her breasts had always been sensitive and she quickly realised that this could be used against her.


“Does someone have ticklish titties?” The Hispanic man asked, bringing the issue to the front and having Sandra anticipate her hopes and fears being brought to reality. Richard had tickled her breasts before plenty of times in the past, but this was a level of intensity she had not experienced before.


Looking to answer the question, the Hispanic man stroked a finger over the undersides of Sandra's tits, swishing it from side to side over the jiggling mounds. Already a giggling mess, Sandra began to laugh properly now, arching her hips as the ticklish sensations worked over her breasts, the light touch all that was needed to bring her to hysteria.


Her more forced struggles only saw the four men pin her down to the bed with ease. She couldn't even lift a limb with the gentle pressure placed upon then. Sandra was completely and utterly hopeless and that realisation just aroused her further. She was an utter mess as her body shined with a thin sheen of sweat and tears poked out of her eyes as she began to cry with laughter. It was too much and yet, not enough.


The pleasure increased yet again as the Hispanic man and tanned man brought their mouths to Sandra's breasts, kissing and licking the nipples softly as their hands stroked and teased along the sides and undersides of her tits. Their finger tips barely even grazed over the skin at times, but it was still enough to send Sandra into the throes of hysterical arousal.


The two men on her legs hadn't stopped throughout all this, wiggling their fingers against the spot where her thighs met her groin. It was gentle, but incessant tickling that had Sandra ready to cackle. Her legs shook as she tried to pull away, but the hard light holograms had a grip on her that couldn't be broken. They were so close to the area she wanted the most tickling on, but completely denied it.


With one final kiss to the nipple, the Hispanic man pulled back and smiled down at Sandra “Shall we tickle your pussy as well?” He murmured, just close enough for her to hear “Get you completely naked and tickle, tickle, tickle you where you want it?”


The tickling on Sandra's breasts hadn't relented as he asked this, in fact, it had only gotten worse as the Hispanic man pinched and flicked her hard nipple as he spoke. The sensations coursed down to between her legs and left her on the brink of cumming, but not pushed over it. At this point, she was desperate for anything to finally do that and broke completely.


“YEHEHHEEEESSS!!! TIICKLEHEHELLMEEHEHEE!!! FUUHUHUCCKKMEHEHEHEEEE!!! ANYHEHEHEHTHHINGGAAA!!” Sandra cried out, meaning every word. She would have gladly gone without a shred of clothing at all if it meant one of these men could make her cum.


“Since you asked so nicely...” The Hispanic man said in a tone that would have been incredibly infuriating, but when compared to the sexual frustration Sandra was going through, she bare noticed it. When the two men and her legs pulled down Sandra's wet bikini bottoms to expose her completely, another wave of relief washed through her.


Her nudity wouldn't go long without being taken advantage of though, as one of the men at her legs brought a hand up to her wet pussy and stroked a finger across it, making Sandra hiss and throw her hips up almost violently. She was so sensitive down there that it was almost unreal. The light touch would have normally tickled, but now, it was impossible to feel anything other than the pleasure.


“Shall we tease you down there? Is that what you want?” The Hispanic man asked, his tone as teasing as ever and Sandra watched as one of the men at her feet held his hand next to her womanhood, curling and uncurling his fingers, getting ready to strike “Or something... harder?”


“Harder! Harder! Please!” Sandra all but begged, the arousal within her at unbearable levels at this point and all she wanted was to cum. The thought of having one of the holograms do this to her was rather exciting and she wondered what they'd feel like.


Thankfully, the answer was fast in coming as the Hispanic man stripped naked, showing himself to be eye-catchingly large down there. He crawled onto the bed, posed over Sandra as he smiled down at the naked woman and then thrust himself inside of her.


The pleasure went through Sandra like a shot and her body almost convulsed from how intense it self. She let out a strong moan and wrapped her arms around the Hispanic man as his erection pushed in deep before he began to pick up a rhythm as he worked in and out of her pussy. Sandra hugged him tightly and quivered as she got closer to an orgasm.


It didn't take long for that to be reached. With several strong thrusts, Sandra was pushed over the edge in record time, screaming as the orgasm hit her with the force of a truck. Her entire body arched and felt like it was on fire from the sheer ecstasy coursing through her. Sandra had no idea how long it lasted for, but didn't want it to stop. Her eyes closed, she only focused on the pleasure, her entire body shaking with pure delight.


All too soon, it ended though and she was left lying on the bed, panting heavily and basking the euphoria of the post orgasm washing over her. Sandra felt all but ready to close her eyes and fall into a deep sleep when something fluttered in front of her face, forcing her to bring her attention to it. When she did, a chill went through her.


The long, wispy feather was one of eight that was being wielded by the four men around her. They were peacock feathers and the sort that would have made Sandra giggle pleasantly in all other circumstances. Now though, after the strongest orgasm she'd ever had in her life, the thought of them on her body was unbearable.


“W-Wait!” Sandra protested “Th-The session's over, right?”


“Spouse surprise.” The Hispanic man replied.


Sandra groaned, having forgotten about that. As a way to add even more spice into their scenarios, her and Richard had added something into each program that would give a twist to what they wanted. Sandra had been a bit cruel with hers, but Richard seemed to have returned the favour alright.


“You-You're going to tickle me with those feathers?” Sandra asked, suddenly feeling incredibly helpless and excited at the mere thought of it.


“Until you cum once again, yes.” The Hispanic man replied, his smile positively evil at this point “We understand it might take a long time, but that's all part of the fun.”


As the eight feathers began to tickle her naked body, stroking over her bare skin, Sandra couldn't argue. The wispy touches stroking over her breasts and between her legs were wonderfully unbearable and she couldn't find herself getting too angry at Richard for it. She simply laid back and became a giggly, aroused mess while the feathers did their work.


All in all, this was turning out to be the best holiday ever.




Richard couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he laid down on the X-frame, his limbs soon spread into the right shape as he laid back against the cushioned surface. He grinned a little as he felt the excitement start to go through him, realising what was about to happen. He had been looking forward to this ever since they had started planning this holiday and it was finally about to happen.


He knew Sandra had long loved the idea of a scenario of being worked over by a gang, although she did get rather shy about expressing it at times. He had brought up the subject so she'd be able to consider it fully, although Richard would admit that the idea that he'd get to experience it as well was a part of it.


Like Sandra, Richard had a major tickling kink that he loved to explore with her. Unlike her though, he much preferred to be mercilessly tickled when it came to it. No soft touches or strokes, but an out and out torturous session that had him begging for mercy. Paradiso gave him such an opportunity and he was ready to take it.


He had chosen a dungeon setting for his fantasy, an underground room with soft lighting and furniture padded with red leather. On one of the walls was a set of various tools designed for tickling hanging on a display. Brushes, feathers and back scratchers caught his eye and had Richard imagining what they could be used for with nervous anticipation.


As the holographic constructs finished tying Richard down, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over them. Sandra had teased him about his choices, all four being tall, leggy, blonde and big breasted, saying he was lacking in imagination. Richard conceded the point, but it was still his fantasy, so why not go with what he wanted?


The four women stepped back, admiring their handiwork as they looked Richard up and down. He was tall, having several inches on Sandra and was heavily tanned from his time back on his home planet, his skin a healthy looking bronze colour. His hair was dark and neatly cut, framing a face with green eyes and a face usually set with a smile.


The smile was a good deal more nervous than normal as he looked up at the four women surrounding him. As much as he and Sandra loved to play games, this was something entirely different. Already, he started to get hard as the naked blondes around him smiled in a sultry manner.


“Are you comfortable?” One of them asked, her voice set to being sultry from the get go.


“Y-Yeah.” Richard replied, licking his lips as the four women began to take up positions around him, being very close to his ticklish spots. Although, his entire body counted as a ticklish spot on its own.


“Then we can begin.” Was the answer as the women raised their hands and shot them forward right over Richard's body. There was no waiting or foreplay at all as the women simply descended upon him like a pack of wolves, their fingers going for any ticklish spot they could find. They were brutal and looked to be merciless, exactly how Richard wanted.


All four women were leaning over him, their fingers darting towards his ticklish skin and starting to scratch it. His sides, belly, armpits and thighs all got it together, the women working well together to really amp up the treatment from the get go. Richard broke into laughter the instant the fingers touched him, already wired up for the teasing. He was very sensitive to any kind of ticklish touch, this was the first time that it'd be this kind of intensity though.


“How do you like that, little boy?” One of the blondes asked him in a harsh voice “You're our ticklish toy now, how does it feel?”


Jumping up as much as he could in his bondage, Richard shook his head in an attempt to be defiant, there as no point in giving in just yet. It was more fun to make them get him as much as they could, to force him to break. Richard was determined to hold on for as long as possible. He wasn't going to give in just from the first touch.


The women weren't deterred by this at all, not that they would be and continued on their attack. Fingers scratched and raked against Richard's body, the tanned man twisting about as much as he could in his bonds as the fingers darted here and there into his sensitive spots. He thought Sandra was a wicked tickler, but all four of these ladies easily put paid to that notion.


The woman at his thighs knew exactly what she was doing as she dug her nails into the area, pinching and poking the soft skin on the insides of his legs. Such touches could have made Richard easily laugh helplessly on their own, especially as she got closer to his crotch with each passing moment. The tickling was sending shockwaves right to the area and his erection was rapidly growing.


The two women on his midriff had a wealth of different targets to go for, raking their nails up and down Richard's sides, scratching over his toned stomach and making his howl. Their wickedest technique was their focus on Richard's lower belly, however. Tickling there was a good way to make his muscles contract, he knew, and the extra pressure made his erection that much harder. It made the tickling and his arousal that much more intense.


The final blonde rested at Richard's armpits, her breasts pressing against his head as she cooed into his ear, teasing as well as tickling. Her fingers scraped against his pits, the hair in them offering no protection as her nails were incredibly effective at sending bursts of ticklish energy right through Richard. He was very ticklish all over, but the four women were exploiting that fact to its utmost.


“You're just a tickly boy, aren't you?” The blonde cooed into Richard's ear “Ticklish tummy and ticklish pitties. I bet you just love being our toy. Wish we could do this all day...”


“STHHAHAHAAAAPPP!!” Richard cried out, still defiant even if the hologram was completely accurate. His erection was at full mast now, the pressure on the muscles in his lower stomach giving him a full hard on that already felt like it was straining. The tickling was wonderfully maddening as well, just the level of incredibly intensity that he craved.


“Not until you admit you're our tickly boy.” The blonde whispered into his ear once more as her fingers dove right into his pits “Kitchy, kitchy...”


The words seemed to get the other three upping their game as well. The tickling somehow grew in intensity as the women scratched faster and harder against Richard's naked body. He thrust his hips in the air uncontrollably from the tickling, the woman at his thighs making her hands rise to be so agonisingly close to his balls, ready to start tickling there at a moment's notice.


The tickling by such beautiful figures was enough to get Richard feeling particularly horny, their nails dancing over his body having gotten him fully erect by now. Noticing this just made them redouble their efforts as one of the women at his torso leaned over and began to lap at his belly, her tongue dragging against his lower stomach.


The warm, rough sensations that came from that made Richard moan and practically wheeze from laughter. The tongue working him over seemed to be hardwired directly to his cock and it twitched hard with each lap of the tongue against his belly. It was something that Sandra had discovered to be particularly effective against him and it was being used very well now.


“Ooh, someone's loving this, aren't they?” The blonde at his ear whispered “You're just a naughty boy who wants to be tickled, aren't you? Feel the licks down there and my fingers up here. Kitchy, kitchy...”


By now, Richard could only focus on the tickling and his overwhelming arousal. He had plenty of similar sessions with Sandra, but he had failed to account for how four people would be far more intense than one. So many tickle spots exploited at once and with the whispers in his ear, Richard couldn't remember the last time that he was this aroused. It was intense and he was loving every second of it.


Suddenly, Richard felt a hand grip around his hard cock and slide up and down it slightly. His laughter became mixed with a low groan before the tickling overwhelmed him once more, especially as the blond on his thighs had started to gently tickle his balls. She used two fingers to scratch soft against his sack, causing him to positively scream and lunge as much as he could in his bondage. His balls had always been a sensitive spot and any tickling there was enough to make him utterly powerless. Sandra loved using that little factoid against him in their sessions.


“Mm, such ticklish balls.” The blonde said “If you want a break on them, we can give that. All you have to do is ask nicely.”


Despite the promise, Richard was determined to cling on and not give in. The tickling had reached a level of intensity that he hadn't thought he could handle before. The fingers digging into his armpits and scratching away there, the tongue lapping at his lower belly, the hands tickling over his ribs and sides. Finally, there were the fingers lightly teasing and stroking over his balls in just the right manner to make him lose himself almost completely in the tickling.


His determination to not give in was quickly wavering under the assault. He was gasping, howling, laughing uncontrollably and felt an ache in his loins that was impossible to ignore. Every stroke and lick just pushed him towards giving in. As much as he loved being tickled, this was getting to be too much.


“Such a strong one...” The blonde whispered into his ear again “But you can't take this forever. Just ask nicely and the tickle tickles will stop. Kitchy, kitch-.”


“STAHAHAHAAAAPPPPLELEASEEHSTTAAPPP!!” Richard cried out, finally breaking as the tickling everywhere was just too much, even for him. He needed a break, a chance to breath and for someone to see to his erection.


He'd get the first two at least as the women broke off the tickling, giving him a much needed respite and Richard giggled and panted for air as the women held off on him. That is, until one of them clambered on top of him, straddling his waist as she looked down with a smile, the other three taking up positions around his body.


“You've been so good, I think you deserve a reward.” The blonde said as she pressed her body against Richard's, sliding his cock inside of her. Richard moaned hard, the feeling being as warm and sensual as from a real person. Whoever designed this holographic system had more than earned their wages from doing so.


There wasn't time for Richard to really enjoy the sensations as the tickling began once again. One of the women had taken a feather from the tools on the wall and was fluttering it over his balls, the wispy touch both maddeningly arousing and a frustratingly soft tickle that made his skin almost crawl.


The other women exploited his other spots as the one at his feet began to suck at his toes, her tongue wrapping around and flicking against the stems while she raked her fingers up and down the other foot. The mixture of pleasure and different tickling techniques was overwhelming, especially as the sucking on the toes of his left foot was felt. For some reason, Richard's left foot had always been more sensitive than his right, whether being tickled or other sensations, leading to this being absolutely overwhelming for him and all the more arousing.


The third blonde remained by his head, her large breasts pressing against his head as she wriggled her fingers deep into his armpits and danced up and down his ribs, giving him an all out tickle assault while he writhed in his bondage. He was all the more sensitive now with the riding on his cock and sucking on his feet. He was completely lost in a haze of sensations that was both wonderful and mind-breaking.


“Such a sensitive, tickly boy.” The blonde said “I bet you're loving this. Don't worry, we're going to do this for a long time. We're going to treat you so nicely, because you're our tickle toy.”


Those words were effective in turning Richard into something to just be played with, even if he wasn't being tickled. That he was being teased physically as well as verbally only effected him all the more and he lost all higher thought. Only the words, tickling and fucking had his attention now, especially as the last one built up.


The blonde riding Richard didn't hold back, practically bouncing on top of him as she rode him cowgirl style. The feeling of her doing that was almost enough to send him into a sexual bliss, but that feather swishing over his balls, as light and teasing as it was, just prevented Richard from fully losing himself in the pleasure. He was constantly brought back down to it and it was maddening.


Completely giving in to the four-way attack, Richard shifted his hips in time with the blonde working him over, both pressing hard into the other, although Richard was mostly acting out of instinct at this point, his mind too lost in the different sensations to be able to concentrate on much of anything.


“Oh, that must feel so good! Are you ready to cum now?” The blonde at Richard's ear said huskily “I can feel you shaking, quivering. Just let go. Be a good boy and cum. That's all you need to do.”


The words pushed Richard further and further into his building orgasm, making his desire rise to new heights. Being ridden as his erection felt the wet warmth around it, the sucking on his toes and the tickling on his balls and other spots were pushing him to the inevitable. Within seconds of hearing the blonde speak, Richard screamed in pure ecstasy as he came, feeling himself gush as he exploded inside the woman on top of him, pushing him to a thunderous climax.


The orgasm overrode everything else in his mind, he wasn't even sure if he was still being tickled, so great was the pleasure. When it finally started to recede, he realised that the tickling had stopped and he was being given a blessed break. The blonde had slipped off his body and gave him a smile while patting him on his cock, causing Richard to flinch slightly. Even the light touch there was like a jolt through his now hyper-sensitive cock.


“How was that?” The blonde by his head asked, her hand running through his hair in a soothing fashion.


“Great, but exhausting.” Richard said, letting out a sigh. It had been intense, but supremely satisfying.


“That's good. We'll give you a moment and then start the second round.”


Those words were like icy water going down Richard's spine and he opened his eyes wide in shock “S-Second round?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.


“Out of four. You did remember about the spouse surprise, didn't you?”


No, he hadn't. Granted, being tickled and teased by four naked women would tend to distract you from things like that. Richard did recall that he had done something very similar for Sandra's her spouse surprise, he supposed this was karma laughing at him and he'd be joining it shortly. The blonde at his feet ran her fingers up his thigh, making him gasp and arch his back slightly. With her fingers so close to his groin, he could feel that go right through him and he felt stirrings down there once more, far more intense than before.


“Now, let's get back to it.” The blonde said as her two counterparts went over to the tool rack and returned with a back scratcher each. They then took up positions at Richard's feet as the fourth blonde began to straddle him once more. His cock was only half-erect at this point, but still slid into her easily.


Richard let out a choked moan at those sensations and his eyes closed as he felt the blonde press her tits against his head once more. He had barely even begun to recover from the last one and he was excepted to have another session? Despite what was happening, Richard began to grin without needing to be tickled. This was his holiday after all and he was going to revel in what was going to happen.


As the back scratchers started to rake up and down Richard's soles and the blonde began to grind against his cock, he started to let out a strained laugh mixed with moans. Everything was far more intense than before, unbearable and intoxicating all at once. He felt as if he'd go mad if this was going to go on for much longer. And then he remembered that there was still two more sessions after this one.


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Another commission piece I worked on where a couple go to a planet where every fantasy can be catered to. Hope everyone enjoys.

I wake up slowly... feeling the strong breeze caressing over my skin, as the sky fades into darkness. Realizing I can't move... I lift my head to see that I am restrained to a huge rock on the beach of my village. I am chained down, spread eagle. Naked. I turn my head to see torches lighting up the villagers watching me from afar. Thousands of years have come down to this. I AM the sacrifice. The unwilling sacrifice. And yet my cries and screams go unheard. Lost to the deafening sounds of the ocean. I was brought here as the last virgin sacrifice for the next 1000 years. They watch me calmly... knowing I can't get away. I try in vein to struggle against my chains. But it is too late...

The waves crash... spraying me with salty, cold water. The wind quickly dries away the beads as the sky thunders above me. The electricity in the air crackles and raises the tiny blonde hairs down my arms and up my neck. Under my head... deep beneath the rocks I can feel heavy, powerful, LARGE footsteps. The earth itself is shaking beneath THE GOD coming for me. From the deepest, darkest chill of the ocean... Poseidon is almost here. I am filled with fear... His looming steps are drawing closer. Intensly frightened I watch as the top of his head breaks the surface. His face comes through... his eyes are white from the lack of sunlight. His muscular body just as pale...but his long hair is white with a blue shimmer. His beard, long and wet as it swings back to him... clinging to his massive chest. The last of the clean ocean water lies within his blood. He grows taller as his steps bring him closer. The villagers run far away to hide... leaving me all alone. His staff shines for him... leading his way to me.

I am too scared to scream. I am afraid he will hear me. Today is my day to die. I don't want to die!! I am too young!! I watch his eyes scan the beach... but they quickly find me.

His eyes turn from white into a bright blue. He is still far away in the cold water... but his large, towering legs pick up speed as he sets his sights fully onto me. A blood curdling scream is lost to the crashing of his feet through the waves.

As he makes his way onto the shore... I am but a speck of a woman before him. He could crush me with this thumb if he wanted to. The God pushes away the swirling dark clouds around his massive head to see me better. The intense wind dries his long hair and beard. His eyes glimmer as he gets down on one knee. Shaking the earth to the core...sand flies up around him.

A smile raises his dark lips as he reaches deep down into the sand. Past his elbow he reaches far, far down. Closing his eyes... the bright blue vanishes. Suddenly they reopen as his eyes refocus on me... his smile broadens. Through the sand his arms slowly retracts. As his large hand escapes the white sand.... he is holding a large feather. He brings it to him and blows long and hard against it. The sand scatters away. I know whats coming next... and I am fraught to escape. But my chains hold me down in place. The one thing I can't do now is cum. THAT is what is going to happen. Folklore has it he is going to tickle and tease my body. To provoke me to orgasm. And if my torture excites him enough... he will cum as well. And somehow... I will DIE. But I don't know how...

I beg and plead NO!!!!!! I shake my head frantically. I have never felt so scared or so naked. His eyes glow a brighter blue as he sets down his staff and lowers the large feather slowly down in my direction. It's 20x's the size of me...

The whiteness of the feather seems to glow brightly as if it were an angel's wing. It illuminates like a ghost. The tendrils have stiffened somewhat. As the tip touches my neck... it sends a chill through me. The God slowly moves the feather over my rising breasts... and down my nervous, jittery stomach. I laugh despite my fear.... So stiff and yet soft is the feather... but it tickles like crazy. His massive cock begins to raise upon hearing my laughter. I try to be quiet then... realizing what I am doing. But he puts the very edge of the tip against one of my bare feet. He wiggles the feather lightly. My nipples get hard as a seductive shock runs up my leg. Laughter continues to escape my lips.

He moves the feather with a broadening smile... and begins to tickle at my pussy. I shake nervously with laughter. I helplessly watch the feather begin its slow claim to an orgasm from my body. All I can do is laugh and watch. My eyes are
large and frightened. And yet my forced smile cause my eyes to crinkle merrily. He moves the feather back to my ticklish right foot... making me scream with excitement... and laughter. He grips his massive white cock and replaces the feather against my ****. Lightly tickling me... I realize then that I just may be doomed to die after all. I am far too ticklish... and too sensitive to fight off the orgasm rising within me. . I moan as I feel myself getting closer. I try to control the pleasure overtaking the features of my face... But my legs are spread wide open. And its just too easy for him to access my ticklish pussy. Forced to watch myself lose control makes me feel like I am quickly going mad.

I feel the weight of his gigantic hand through the feather. Its taking me closer and closer to deaths door. He bends nearer to me... his massive face is as big as the sky before my tiny eyes. Moving the tip of the feather up and down... watching me laugh uncontrollably...He smiles as my body shakes more and more from the ticklish pleasure. His other hand now has a tight hold of his fully hard cock. And he's stroking himself faster and faster.

"No NOhHEHEHAHAHAH PH PLEASE NOHOHHAHAHAAA!!!!!! To strengthen his hard cock... he re tickles my feet. My laughter becomes unhinged as I scream for mercy... but he knows he has me right where he wants me.

He raises the feathers up then and covers my entire body. The gigantic hand moves the feather side to side. I am awash in tickling tendrils as they slide over every inch of my body. Its so large I can't see him anymore. Just pure, white tendrils... covering me completely. He takes all of my nerve endings on a hellish, quivering ride. All at once.... tendrils slide over my arms... across my face... my legs... my stomach... not an inch of me escapes. The feather prickles and slides around my feet. He stops suddenly and just blows on the feather. The tendrils go wild over me. My mind breaks fully as I can only laugh and submit to my fate. The tickling tendrils laps at my clit gently here and there. I can see him now through the wildy dancing feather. Again smiling fiercley as he is getting much closer to cumming. I am his human toy for just a little while longer.

Soon I am riding the edge of orgasm. He pulls back the feather and goes back to just sensually tickling me between my legs with the tip. I am shaking badly as I am desperate to hold back. The feather is tickling my clit too much... it is engorged and can no longer hide. The tip tickles at it over and over. I am laughing wildly and groaning... no longer able to resist. I am about to go over. A LOUD and BOOMING voice echos off the water as he thunderously says "CUM FOR YOUR GOD! TO POSEIDON!!

The power of his voice and the feather drives me seconds away from coming....

"Oh....NOO....AHhhh... AHHHH... AHHHHHH... PLEASE PLEEhhahahAA... Ahhhhhh... AHHHHHH... Ohhhh OHHH...."

The feather tickles my clit powerfully. And soon I am forced to go over... I can't hold it anymore. The feathers tip strikes a long lasting tickle directly through my clit. Like lightning hit me... I cum long and hard. I am awash with a joy that I have never known. He keeps tickling at my clit as my orgasm sends my body rushing with adrenaline. And as it soon subsides... Quickly he takes the feather away and jerks himself to orgasm... ALL OVER ME.

As every massive cum load is pumped from his body... I become covered head to toe underneath him. I begin to suffocate under his massive white web, I try turning my head frantically to pull away from the sticky, drowning pool of his sexual power. But his cum enters my mouth... soon filling it to the brim. I quickly realize this is how I am going to die. I fight to stop losing consiousness...

The God of the Ocean breaks the small chains and lifts me up. Like a doll he carries me with him back into the ocean. With one hand he raises me to the dark sky. The clouds begin to move away... letting the sun out to shine on his hand, as my life fades away. The glow of the sun is all I can see through the whiteness of his cum. I finally succumb to death. Somehow I smile a little as I can touch the last feelings of my orgasm. Miles away he walks back... and plunges me into the cold, blue water.

Days from now I will reawaken. I will swim my way back through the dark waters to the golden surface above. For Earth's continued reign... for the home of Poseidon... I will call to my village... a beautiful, haunting, Siren's song. And they will ALL fall to my voice. The creatures of earth ... the ocean... will take from you what you stole long ago. And will continue on. The circle of life has started again.

Just know... and ACCEPT... Soon you ALL will have no choice but to join me. And you will die a death you will eternally be grateful for. It's time to surrender... for I am calling your name... "Just close your eyes... and listen... Start walking... Yes... you have no choice at all... aren't I beautiful? Isn't life beautiful? Keep walking... come to me... hahaha.... mmmm..."

CNN BREAKING NEWS

"This is CNN's Gayle Marx reporting to you LIVE from The White House. It was just 1 week ago Mob Boss "Don Turtelli" made a last minute dive for the Presidency. Up until the night before the election... the nation had been divided down the middle between Clinton and Trump. That is... until The Don announced his candidacy for President at 5pm the evening preceding the election. We still do not know WHY Americans chose to change their votes at the final hour... but one thing is clear... Don Turtelli has done a complete sweep of voters into his favor. This is unprecedented in American History!!"

"And now that he has been sworn in... and all of the festivities have taken place... "The Don" has been making himself quite at home in The White House. Limos and Vans have endlessly been coming and going all week long. Even the FBI has undergone a near complete overhaul."

"But there are 2 issues on everyone's mind. More so than the National Debt or Environmental Issues. 1: What does The Don have in store for America? And 2: Will he get married during his Presidency? Both of these questions have been raised all over the Internet including the hashtags #DonSays?and #DonJuan? Twitter has crashed twice since Don Turtelli has become our Nations President."

"President Turtelli will today be making his first Presidential address to the nation. We understand "The Don" is finally ready... we now take you LIVE to the Oval Office."

The Don is sitting at a huge desk. A cell phone, Quill and Ink, and paper are the only things laying on top of his desk. He clears his throat and begins...

"Ha ha HAAA... Well, well, well... pretty good for just some kid from Brooklyn don't cha think? I TOLD you those otha 2 losers didn't stand a chance against ME! Ha HA HAAA... I gotta tell ya... I've been waiting a LONG TIME to be in control of this country... and NOW that I AM... things are going to change around here..."

"That loser fanatic Trump was right about one thing and one thing ONLY....This country is losing MONEY! LOTS of it... But ain't nobody getting kicked out... and I ain't going door to door to the other countries begging for a handout!! And that Bernie Birdbrain was right about sumtin too... the 1% has ALL the cash..."

The Don smiles into the camera as he tilts his bowl hat to the side. His black suit and red shirt make him look like the devil... He gives his moustache a twirl and continues.

"So... my Silver Spooning Americans.... Here's what I'm gonna do... Anyone who is classified in the top 1%... is going to pay a 50% tax. And if you don't... the "TBI"will be coming to each and every one of your doorsteps very, very soon... And I have instructed them on how to get my.. I mean this great nation's money. Let me show you how..."

He sneers at the camera and points to something off camera. The cameraman stands up and follows Don's direction... focusing downwards onto a beautiful and striking, dark haired women whom is tied up!! Sitting on a chair, coiled in rope from her shoulders to her hips... only one leg is up and sitting on a footstool... right next to Don's desk.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... no introductions are really necessary here... BUT... please meet Kim Kardashian..." His evil smile broadens tightly. He touches his Bowl hat and tips it towards her. Kim is gagged with a pink ball gag. Her black teddy bear lingerie and pink heels suggest she must have been interrupted from yet another selfie session. Her lone foot lay across a silver pillow, tied over the ankle.

"She's quite a doll ain't she? Unfortunately she and her family have been a GREEDY, BIG MOUTHED, BUNCH OF PESTS that keep takin money out of OUR POCKETS! But see... our national debt would have been paid off by now if these people paid their fair share... Isn't that RIGHT doll face"?

President Don takes his finger and traces a line slowly up and down the top of her foot. Kim visibly winces and moves her pink heeled foot to the side and away from President Turtelli's tickling touch . A cut screen shows a News Reporter standing in front of the cameras , speechless... with her mouth dropped open. The cameras cut back quickly to The Don taking off Kim's pink heel with a *pop*. "Gawd... your tootsies must hurt in those things sweetheart... but don't worry "The Don" will make it alllll better...Hahahaaa...."

From the inside of his breast pocket... President Don reaches inside and retrieves a long, white feather. He shows it proudly to the camera... stroking the tendrils in an upwards thrust. Kim squints at the feather unsure of what is about to take place. He looks back at Kim and slowly lowers the feather to her naked and smooth, tanned, bare foot. He looks into her eyes smiling deeply. "Consider THIS the penalty of the money you owe this country. And for endlessly wasting our time..." Her eyes widen as the feather is slowly lowered onto her arch.

He ceremonially flicks the tip of the stiff feather up and at her long arch. Kim blinks and begins to visibly struggle under her bondage. She fastens her eyes shut. Her struggling becomes even more pronounced as she begins to whimper. She shakes her head just as the first of a few giggles begin to reach up and into her throat. Causing her eyes to reopen and blink furiously.

"That's right sweetheart... let it out... Let President Don hear how pretty you can laugh. Let us all hear you... SUFFER".

Kim shrieked then at Don's words. But soon the shriek turned into rising, frantic, muffled laughter. Her wild eyes, and flexing, wiggling toes begged the audience for help. The Don turned back back to the cameras as his feather continued tickling her bare foot... escalating in wild frequency...

*The Kardashaclunks have 4 hours to get me 2 million dollars. That should suffice enough for the countless hours and hours and HOURS we've all been forced to watch you punks. The Instagarbage ...the tweets, the reality shows. And NOW KANYE TOO??? UHHHH ENOUGH ALREADY!!"

The Don wildly tickles at Kim's toes causing her to jump an inch off her seat and scream hysterically. Suddenly the phone rings. "Excuse me Kim..." President Turtelli smiles and reaches over taking what appears to be his personal cell phone. "Yeah?."

He nodded and smiled. Putting the phone back down. "Well... see how easy that was? I'll let you go when the money arrives sweetheart. Until then... we're gonna have some fun you and I... Mrs. West. And btw your hubbie owes me 2 million also. I love that Swift girl. He's a knucklehead if I ever saw one." "The Don" started sawing his white feather in between her toes forcing her to scream helplessly.

"And as for the rest of you... I'll be making plenty of updates to let everyone know what's expected of you... hahaaaaa... But for now... the poor and middle classes have NOTHING to worry about. You guys no longer owe this country SQUAT. Except for one thing... I want videos of tickle torture. THAT is your tax. You work for ME NOW! You give me videos... I sell them... effectively taking over your tv broadcasts. By you paying for television... we pay off the debt. Every man and woman between the ages of 18-65 is now required BY LAW to turn in a video of themselves being tickled on the soles of their feet. And under the arms... their stomachs... anything to put money in my I mean this Nations pocket where it belongs. I think that's a fair trade don't you?" A grin flourished across his lips. "In the coming days I have put together a new task force. The "TBI". The TBI stands for Tickling Bureau Of Interrogation. I will have a complete list of what is expected from all of you in the coming days... And there will be a cable tv and Internet BLACK OUT until we get "Turtelli TV and TurtelliNet up and running." Stay tuned... HAHAHA... Now... GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE!!" President Don pushed the camera away roughly.

The camera shook and stayed turned away focusing on the floor. "Now Kim... where were we..." Those were the last words heard from President Don as the camera was shut off.

The screen was jarbled for a moment until CNN's reporter was cut back to. Her mouth agape... she dropped her microphone. Gayle covered her mouth in shock, walking directly off camera. This camera was shut off too.

The CNN newsroom was filled with the lead Anchors sitting at the main desk with their mouths open. A voice of "CUT TO COMMERCIAL" was heard before "Bounty Paper Towels" flashed onto the screen. But the commercial only made it halfway before this image was displayed onto every single channel...

Part 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...10#post4602210

Reporting LIVE from BBC, here is Kent Englewood!"

"Good Monday morning. It was one week ago President Don Turtelli shocked the world by placing American citizens into a nationwide blackout. No internet, television, radio access... All cell phone services were interrupted and completely shut down. The United Nations has since released a statement calling this "Americas long awaited fate". To say The United States is in chaos... is an understatement."

"People though WORLD WIDE have been CELEBRATING this turn of events and have been uploading videos to YouTube hailing this President as "The ultimate Mafia Man who's revenge on America and Hollywood is what the world has been waiting for." American celebrities whom are currently out of the country took to their Twitter accounts and tweeted up a storm."

"I'm down for whatever so..." -Bill Murray

"GOOD IDEA!!!! -George W. Bush

"This is an absolute disgrace of a President if I ever saw one... But I gotta admit he's smart and gotta lotta style. If he gets impeached I'm gonna talk to him about doing a movie with me." -Martin Scorsese

"I gotta interrupt cha for second Mr. President... what about Beyoncé?? -Kanye West

"I've already uploaded MY video... complete with a new soundtrack. Single can be downloaded on ITunes tomorrow!! #TickleMe -Madonna

@Madonna "Why didn't you call BEYONCE?!? Damn girl... smh... -Kanye West

"I've uploaded a video of me tickling Shannon in KISS pajamas... I'll have a song ready by tomorrow." -Gene Simmons

"Well... isn't tickling a new thing now anyway? I heard about this from my friend just last week!" -Britney Spears

=> - Drew Barrymore

-Miley Cyrus

"What's so funny? Am I clown? Do I AMUSE YOU?? WHAT THE FUCK IS SO FUCKING FUNNY?? TELL ME! I'm sorry I'm just getting ready to tickle my wife... I'm a little excited... Scuze me...hahaha... "-Joe Pesci overheard in a restaurant.


"German, Italian, and Japanese citizens have caused all flights to America to be booked until next August. Delta Airlines have issued a statement saying they are now officially out of debt... and will be building new planes to accommodate the extra ticket sales. But all flights OUT of America are reportedly closed. Airports currently are flooded at capacity. A wild scene of people trying to leave... and coming in at record numbers is unprecedented! Never before in U.S history has something of this magnitude ever taken place. Let's be clear... this is now LEGAL TORTURE."

"Throughout the week protests took place from coast to coast. Every single branch of the Military was called in to calm the disastrous storm sweeping the nation. A curfew was set at 4pm
across the country. Grocery stores are near empty and gas stations have been prohibited from selling fuel. And all boats and ships have been locked down. Though Las Vegas is making headlines in placing bets... Will Americans comply... or not. Odds are in favor of obedience at 65%."

"And now... This morning at 6am... Reports are slowly streaming in of a message being broadcast to Americans... Nothing is as it once was. And for the first time in a week...the streets are reportedly quiet as everyone has stopped somewhere in their tracks to tune in to the American's National Emergency Broadcast Service. It is being replayed over and over. Let's listen."

.........."This is your Emergency Broadcast Service... please be advised the Nationwide 4pm curfew is now a 24 hour a day curfew until Friday morning. But will continue past Friday if necessary. Obey. Until then... every American citizen is now required by law to go online and make a public profile on the new search engine Turtelli Net. There, you will find further instructions. Obey. No American citizen will be allowed to return to work or go anywhere until you register and complete your mandatory profile. Obey. Please be advised. Do not resist. All street cams are watching you... and your homes. Obey."...... Repeat....."This is The National Emergency Broadcast Service..."

"We here at BBC were able to access the new and only server now currently available to U.S citizens. The profile seems to act as an "about you" type of profile, questionnaire, and of all things... a tickling fetish survey extravaganza if you will. Once the profile is filled out in its entirety...including your address, credit card and bank information...and ... *coughs*... tickling survey... you are immediately directed to upload a video. With a 24 hour time frame... complete with a ticking countdown. A side screen then pops up...and you are directed to a video of Don Turtelli himself. Please be advised... all Americans are now being forced to comply. And the Royal Family has stated we as a nation are not getting involved. Other countries are issuing similar statements. It seems America is all alone... We will now show you the video President Don Turtelli has made."

"Heeeeeey Amerries... that's my new nickname for ya's! My Amore' AMERRIES... Cuz soon...you're going to be a VERY Loving and MERRY Nation HAHAHA...! It's not even Christmas yet! I guess I'm your new Santa eh? No TAXES!?! Just a little tickling riiight? Well... don't be scared... there's NUTHIN to worry about! All you gotta do now... is upload a good, long 20 minute video... MORE if you like. IMPRESS ME... With you being restrained... and tickled on the bare soles of your feet. Or under the arms... anywhere that's puts a smile on your face! And that's it!"

"That ain't hard riiiight? Get your husband, ya sista ya neighba, your friend... I don't care who... Send the brats to school and tell your Grannie to hit the sack. I want each and every one of ya's tied up and tickle tortured. You have 24 hours to do it!! And once you do it... you do it back to your wife or whomeva... You not only will neva have to pay taxes again... you will get access to EVERY SINGLE ADULT in America being tortured. That boss you can't stand? You can tune in... That secretary you got a thing for? Tune in... that bitch across the street who keeps playing that crappy music too loud? TUNE IN... What this country NEEDS... is a little tickle torture to put it back in its PLACE! And my dear friends over at the Tickling Media Forum... NOW are part of my TBI Department! If you don't COMPLY... THEY have FULL LEGAL authority to come over DIRECTLY to your house... and make YOU PAY THE PENALTY! HAHAHA... I LOVE THOSE GUYS!!! Good buddies and real fans of mine. Hot chicks too..."

From off camera The Don pulls over a plate across his desk with a huge hoagie sandwich. He takes off his white gloves and opens up a bottle of mustard. Coming into the frame a curvaceous blonde wearing a pink mini dress, with long blonde hair bends over and gives the Don a playful peck onto his lips giggling. In response The Don smiles back up at her sinisterly. As she turns away it appears he swats her on the ass making her jump and laugh delightedly. "What a doll..." He continues to watch her for a minute, resting his cheek into his hand before he turns his attention back to the camera.

"Anyway... anyone that does NOT comply... they will be in direct opposition to MY ORDERS. It will be up to the TBI whether they deal withcha right then and there... or take you directly to our new special JAIL. This jail will be on LIVE camera 24 hours a day which you can access for only 50 bucks a month! What a DEAL riiight?! Those swell fellas and ladies at the TMF are NOW your GUARDS... and INTERROGATAS... They just want to make sure you make the right decision every month. Oh I didn't mention that... this is gonna be a monthly thing. That was THEIR idea not mine... haha... SMART right?! Smart bunch of cool cookies right there." The Don takes off his hat and tips it towards the camera smiling. He replaces it and continues.

"See... no problem riiight? I'm telling ya's nicely right now... but if you don't obey me... that prison... well... let's just say the TBI is gonna start tickling ya in places you may or may not like... and broadcast those lil forced orgasms PUBLICLY! Don't worry ... we can accomodate chas ALL! This is for the good of the National Debt ya know? I'm gonna be a hero!!!" The Don slams his closed fist into the table with a tight grimace of his jaw. The hoagie lifts and falls back onto the silver plate. But quickly he relaxes back into his black, leather recliner with a smile. "I'm just doin my Patriotic duty... after all." His smile broadens as he leans over and down to take a bite of his sandwich.

"And as for my lil A-listas... I got a few loud mouths waitin on me right now to give up their dough... Simon Cowell, Ryan Seacrest, that uh...Kristen Stewart... and that brat Meghan Fox... uh! What a fox she is though I tell ya... I can't WAIT to tickle her bare feet... that's gonna be FUN... course her hubby Brian Greenbag or whateva practically mailed her to me so... she may be the first guest at our prison...." He smiles evilly as he wipes his hands into a cloth towel. "But hey MADONNA!!! Wherever you are jump on a plane honey! What a sweetheart that one is.. a REAL WOMAN for ya... you too Gene, Shannon... let's have a PARTY... hahahaaaa... Let's ROCK and ROLL Alllll NIGHT... hahaha..."

"So... 24 hours... starting right NOW. Or we'll be seein ya's REAL soon..."

A voice is heard off camera. President Don stands up and yells: "HEY... would SOMEBODY GAG that Cowell guy... I can't stand it no more... and somebody get me my feathers and toothbrushes I'm DONE listenin' to THIS guy... all I wanna hear now is some laughter... and take off his shoes!! FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD!! WHAT ARE YA WAITIN FOR ?? AN INVITATION?! YEAH I KNOW I KNOW THE ARMPITS WE WILL!!! I said WE WILL!!! Oh...is this thing still on?"

Turtelli sits back down. He slowly waves his fingers goodbye and with a creeping, menacing smile into the camera... grabs his plate and turns away with a final click ending the video. The timer adjusts back to the middle of the screen starting to count down backwards...the upload video button glares a blinking, bright neon red..

"Here at BBC we cannot imagine what the next 24hrs holds for the American people... but are thoughts and prayers are with you. Up next: A statement from former U.S citizen April O'Neil.

*Commercial break*.

"We are back covering the LIVE takeover of American citizens by President elect Don Turtelli. Here now we will share a statement by a former U.S citizen now residing in London. A Reporter formerly employed at Channel 6 and MSNBC. Now owner of the wildly popular podcast "April's Thoughts", April O'Neil."

"Please join my Husband Vernon and I at noon on Live Stream. The actions of President Don Turtelli are reprehensible! And we need to finally tell our own story... or rather our own victimization. We WILL fight this. America... DO NOT DO THIS!!!!"

Via Twitter @AprilThoughts
"FIGHT BACK AMERICA!! Get over to our Live Stream at 12pm!! #StopDon #NoTickleTorture #AprilThoughts #TickleFetish #OurStory

"BBC will be continuing coverage all day...and all night... stay tuned..."

Part 3: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...MF-f-M-m-Feet)