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www.AprilsThoughtsPodcast.com

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"Thank you for tuning in... I'm April O'Neil. This is my husband Vernon Fenwick. We wanted to speak to all of you directly. Our fellow Americans, about what is going on right now... We... have specific knowledge and EVIDENCE that President Don Turtelli is not the man you think he is. He will NOT lower the National Debt... he ONLY wants to fill his own selfish pockets. But... before we get to that... if you're tuning in for the first time... we want to share with you a little history... go ahead Vernon..."

April smiles a small smile... She adjusts her bright yellow dress uncomfortably while Vernon rolls up his white sleeves. He looks up at the ceiling... deep in thought for a prolonged moment. Looking back down he tightens his fist and raises his eyes directly into the camera. His voice is tight and irritated.

"I never thought I would be talking about this publicly. But... against my better judgement... April.. my wife... thinks this will have a direct impact on all Americans faced with the decision to upload their... videos... right now. Vernon looks down and takes Aprils hand for support. She embraces his hand bringing it into her lap, closer to her. He looks at her, narrowing his eyes... but smiles a bit in her direction and begins again.

"27 years ago... April and I met working for Channel 6 News. Now I was a different man back then... A scheming... cheating... no good waste of a Man. Trying to rob her of alll credit and the best stories. But I was 24 at that time. I wanted the GLORY... I wanted it ALL. That is... until that fateful day we were captured by Don Turtelli." Vernon closes his eyes tightly with anger. His jaw strengthens making the muscles in his cheeks twitch.

"I want to say before I begin... I hadn't come to terms yet that I was a Bisexual man... and... it took me even longer to admit this after we escaped. But... it's because of Don Turtelli that I was forced to come to grips with a couple of things about myself. And... he is the reason April and I found each others love."

"But first... here is video evidence of that day. Well... evidence in MY eyes. It is a cartoonists animated rendering. A friend of mine did it for me so I could bring charges against him. A drawn picture only says so much. But he was never brought to justice. Its only 1:03 seconds... and the rest has been lost to time. Also time has messed up the animation itself. And...It certainly doesn't show the hours upon hours we suffered that day... so...here it is.



Vernon now has his hands covering his face. April is rubbing his back reassuring him... gently whispering to him that everything's alright. And that he must continue. For the greater good of America. Finally he puts his hands down and starts again. His eyes are redder now, filled with tears.

"It's really hard for me to watch that video. I haven't seen it since then. But... that day changed me. I ended up quitting my job over it. A year later April and I ran into each other at a grocery store here in London. I was hesitant to even say hello... but... I'm glad I did... And... as we slowly fell in love... I had no choice but to confess to her my deepest held secret. I am a...Tickling Fetishist."

Vernon wiped his tears away and the sweat from his forehead with a hankie. April hands him a cold glass of water to drink and steady his nerves. He takes it gratefully... his hands visibly shaking. He gives the glass back to her and continues on.

"I don't think I need to tell you but I will... what it felt like that day being forced... all at once... to come to terms with my Bisexuality and my tickling fetish... all in ONE DAY. When THAT MAN tied me up... I could smell his cologne... his voice commanding me to talk... and all the while tickling my socked feet... it was a nightmare. I hated him... I STILL hate him. And yet... I... was turned on... No... FORCED to become turned on..."

"And then... He took my blindfold off... I was made to watch as he slowly took off my socks... one at a time... with an evil smile I watched helplessly as he waved that...soft... feather... coming closer and closer to my naked foot. I...became...hard."

"A feather tickling my bare foot was just... so torturous and yet... absolutely incredible. And yet...I was terrified of being found out. I mean... in front of my co worker no less this was all happening. And even worse... I am excruciatingly TICKLISH... if we hadn't escaped when we did... I don't WHAT would have happened. As soon as I got home that night... I... *blushes* jerked off over and over again. I CRIED during each and EVERY orgasm. I was under his sexual spell for months... I couldn't even leave the house. A year later having to confess all of this to April... you can only imagine how long I tried to fight telling her at ALL. Fighting back the urge to tell her how badly I needed to be... tickled."

April put her hand onto his lap as his eyes drooped down. With her other hand she brought in his cheek for a kiss. April smiled at Vernon and turned towards the camera herself.

"When he told me he was into Tickling... I was... yes... taken aback. But... I did my research and together we explored it. I have since found out that I very much enjoy most aspects of tickling. And we have an incredibly erotic sex life together. We are each others Ler's... and lee's." April and Vernon smile at each other brightly... all sadness dissipated. But April turns back darkly to the camera with a fierce intent.

"Here though is the difference of what is going on today. What WE have is CONSENSUAL. What Don Turtelli wants is FORCED. And THAT is WRONG! He is a SADISTIC CRIMINAL who just happens to have a Ticking fetish... and it is up to YOU America NOT to give in to his demands! We CERTAINLY WON'T BE! April and Vernon turn to each other for a deep kiss. When their kiss ends Vernon wipes away his fading tears quickly. He smiles broadly as the weight of his confession leaves his shoulders once and for all.

Suddenly a loud noise of a door slamming open is heard. April and Vernon's heads jerk to the sound and stand up quickly with their legs only being shown now. It appears they are struggling against a few people wearing white suits. Soon we see both April and Vernon sliding back down onto the couch with their mouths held and covered with a cloth. Soon the hands and cloths leave their faces to reveal April and Vernon have been put to sleep. An unknown individual with dark sunglasses sits down in between them... and quickly turns down the computer screen. The livestream ends into blackness.

Phones across America light up with an urgent beeping sound. A text message instructs you to go to Turtelli Net IMMEDIATELY.

Once there... a new video message is waiting for you. *click play*

Melania Trump is sitting cross legged on Don Turtelli's desk in the oval office... naked. She is in the Lotus Position with her ankles tied to her thighs with leather cuffs and chains. Her upturned, naked soles are resting against her thighs. Her arms are tied over her head and back behind her to a metal belt of sorts around her tiny waist. She is also blindfolded.

President Don Turtelli is sitting on one side of her smiling... while a blonde woman in a white bikini and silver sunglasses is sitting on the opposite side. Both have widening smiles... and long, stiff, white feathers held between their fingers.

"HELLO Amerries... thanks for tuning in... haha.... And HEEELLO APRIL and VERNON....! WOW that was dramatical huh? And VERY touching... soooo touching in fact I've been touching MYSELF for the last 15 minutes!" An evil grin takes over his jaw line.

"Thanks to my WORLD WIDE TBI... April and Vernon will be on a plane soon heading directly to ME. You London ticklers REALLY work FAST! Hats off to yas!" The Don takes off his hat briefly before replacing it back on top of his head. "Yeah... see I've known about their location for a WHILE... You should just SEE the stories HE writes for the TMF... MMM...even I blushed... hahaha..."

The Don looks over to the blonde giving her a wink. Together they slowly lower their feathers to Melania's taut, bare soles. Their feathers begin tickling her toes in unison. Tracing over the small but plush toes... she immediately begins laughing. She begins to rock on her ass side to side. Both the Don and the blonde lay their elbows into the tops of her legs to stop the rocking motion. The feather begin quickly tickling at her smooth, taut arches... making her SCREAM with laughter.

"Ha ha haaa... WELL I think we know where our NEXT big check is coming from... but hey TRUMP ...CASH ONLY. I ain't THAT stupid like the courts are. Or else I have NO PROBLEM hanging on to this lil cutie. She'd make me... I mean this great nation of ours a LOTTA cash..."

Turtelli tickles the middle of her left foot even faster than before. Wild tickling strokes and circles force Melania to twist and laugh helplessly. "Speaking of cash... hey Doll go get ready to head out to the Jail. Make sure your feet are niiice and soft for me. I DEMAND perfection for our wonderful, paying audience..."

The blonde stops tickling Melania's toes. She puts down the feather and takes off her silver sunglasses... Quickly she lays them down onto the desk. She looks over at him... watching his feather moving spastically over Melania's ticklish foot for a few moments longer. She gets up then... sprinting around the back of the desk... quickly kneeling to the side of Don. He looks at the camera smiling evilly before he looks down at Doll with a bemused grin... pretending to blink back surprise.

"But... but Don... PLEASE... I... I don't want to be on camera... like that." Her eyes have become huge saucers of a terror filled stare. She places her hands into his knee, one on top of the other... submissively. She looks down passively.

"Dooollll..." The Don amusedly says to her in a sing song voice... He twists his body around completely to face her. He holds up his feather in front of her eyes, bending his waist down closer to her. He lowers his voice down but his voice is still loud enough to be picked up by the recording equipment. "I'M in charge NOW of ya...You're MINE to do WHATEVA I want with! And you're FAR to pretty to not be on camera for my viewing audience. I can't WAIT to show everyone how TICKLISH you are... and I can't WAIT to show everybody what a simple feather can do to a woman... You alone are gonna make me millions... I'm gonna make you cum OVER and OVER to this here featha... I know how much you LOVE being tickled... this is WHY I've waited to tie you down and tickle ya...when I tickle YOU... I'm going to make you so unbelievably ticklish... and make you cum so HARD... well... I want the world to see ME do it. YOU are one of my BEST examples to make people UNDERSTAND how GOOD tickling is...." The Don places the feather against her cheek and drags it softly down around her chin. "How erotic it can be..."

The blonde giggles and swoons for a few moments before registering his words. She sits back in her white high heels and begins to protest again.

"But... Don... I just can't... PLEASE don't make me!" She lays her head down onto his lap. Tears begin to fall. Turtelli raises a finger and motions someone to come over. He points down at her and thumbs the direction he wants her to be taken to.

"Don't worry Doll face... I'M gonna give you the BEST TIME you've EVER had. The most TICKLISH TORTURES of your LIFE! I've been following YOUR posts for a WHILE... I KNOW you're one of MY BIGGEST fans. So... consider this my present back to ya honey... But obviously you don't KNOW whats best for ya... thankfully I DO."

Suddenly a pair of hands take a hold of each of Doll's arms. Picking her up... she tries to fight but quickly a cloth comes out covering her nose and mouth. Soon the fighting slows down and stops altogether. As she begins to droop to the floor a large man in a white suit scoops her up and over onto his shoulder. The Don stands up and says amusedly "You know what to do..." The man walks away and The Don walks over behind Melania. His white gloves come off flying... taking swan dives into the air. Before he begins again tickling her feet...he places his hands on either side of the desk near her ass. From underneath one of her arms he peeks out and speaks intently.

"REMEMBER my Amerries.... the clock is ticking... you now have 15 hours to upload your videos for this FIRST month. I see we already have 3 MILLION submissions. At the stroke of Midnight....Turtelli Net will be up and ready for your viewing pleasure. And I've also now decided that Mrs. April and Vernon Fenwick, and "Captured... Doll" will be my first victims... I MEAN... "tickle pleasure recipients." So... do yourself a fava... upload your videos before my TBI have to come lookin for ya's... Or else just WATCH and see whats in store for ya's if ya don't..."

An angry sneer crosses President Don's face. His hands raise over Melania's upturned feet. He begins wiggling his fingers as he hovers over them...staring directly into the camera. His sneer turns into a lecherous smile as he makes full and direct contact with her extremely ticklish feet. Her surprised scream turns into uncontrollable laughter as he dances his fingers across her taut, restrained soles... He laughs but moans his approval at her reaction. "Mmmmmmm....hahahaHAAAAA..."

"NOOO PLEHEHE AHAHAHAAaAAAA!!!! Her shrieks of protest go unheard as The Don peeks out again from behind and under Melania's arm...

"15 hours... tick... tock... tickle... tickle... tock... HA HAAAA...."

The video ends abruptly. The red UPLOAD link begins again. Lit brightly in red, blinking faster now...

Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...14#post4602214

All Over Body Tickling, Sexual, M/f, 6M Gang/f


At 6pm, President Turtelli stepped tiredly inside his black limousine. A Secret Service agent closed the door after him gently. Without having to say a word, the driver knew to leave immediately and where to go. The police motorcade started the line of the Secret Service, TBI, and the Presidents limo moving. Don was told beforehand it would take at least a couple of hours to get to the revamped Jail by automobile. But... he preferred this mode of transportation over flying ANY DAY.

Inside the stretch limousine... He had everything he wanted. Not that this was anything new to him. He'd been driven around in Rolls Royces and limousines since he was a tot. The polished interior mirrors reflected the long but intensely sexual week in his tired, but glittering eyes. Smiling directly at his satisfied ego... he yawned then, stretched, and loosened his tie. Taking his hat off, he threw it across the limo like a frisbee.

Close by a golden mini bar contained his favorite drinks in sparkling, crystal decanters. The falling sun twinkled off of his glass as he poured himself a Scotch. From his inner breast pocket he retrieved his cigar case and his Iphone. He pulled up the first setlist he had made specifically for this trip. He plugged in the surround sound, and pressed play. He sat back against the leather seats and scanned the list over as he took his first sip.

"First We Take Manhattan"- Leonard Cohen
"I'll Never Smile Again"- Frank Sinatra
"Wildest Dreams"- Taylor Swift
"When I love, I love"- Carmen Miranda
"Caruso" Lara Fabian
"Solletico"- Rene Aubry
"Thru And Thru" -Keith Richards
"I Like Dreaming"- Kenny Nolan
"Everybody Knows"-Leonard Cohen
"Chains"- Tina Arena
"You Can Leave Your Hat On"- Joe Cocker
"Weapon" - Matthew Good
"Core 'N Grato"- Dominic Chianese'
"My Way"- Sammy Davis Jr.



As he let himself relax... the music set his shoulders down for the first time all week. Even THIS MUCH fun can be exhausting. Still... his soul began to stir... He tapped his foot to the music...and smiled broadly remembering all that had happened. He turned his head to look out the blackened, one way glass. The streets were practically empty as the 24 hour a day curfew was still in effect. Friday was coming soon though...and he hoped his new "Controllers" would be ready to be shipped out by tomorrow morning. He'd have to check up on that later.

"These people are GOING to be controlled through Tickle Torture... whether they like it or not." The Don thought to himself smugly. The perfection of his plan STILL dazzled him. Words of "Genius"... "The Ultimate Master Tickler", "My Tickle Harem", "Billionaire", "Ler Captain", and... "Grateful Heart" stirred his emotions with pride. He wanted to skip ahead to that particular song on the list. He DID have a "Core 'N Grato". Tickling had been passed down within the mob from Generation to Generation. At least on his Fathers side... and his section of town up in New York. Its how people were handled. That or a punch to the skull. But murder... that was for lame brains who couldn't think outside the box. Those bums DESERVED to be in jail. Tickling information out of someone was an art form. A SKILL that took YEARS to learn. People talked a LOT faster too...

But no one else probably liked Tickling in quite the same way that HE did. Only at night when he was alone... did he feel a little lonely. But so many of his days were filled with torturing his victims... he didn't let it get to him... too much. And besides... he had an entire country to run now.

Instead, he let the music play in the order he originally intended it to. He couldn't let himself become emotional tonight. Too much was at stake. But he did look forward to all of the songs he had chosen.

The corners of his mouth grew a darker shadow of intent as the first song continued to play through. The song that gave him the idea to take the Presidency. He blindly reached over and stroked the blonde tresses of Captured Doll. She was laying down beside him, tied with her wrists behind her, connected directly to her restrained ankles by rope. She had been placed in a pink, silk robe to cover her tiny, white bikini for the ride over. Gagged with one of Don's best ties... she slept peacefully across the leather seat. He turned away from the window and glanced down at her white, Stiletto heels. Meanwhile he cut the end of his Cuban cigar. His eyes went back and forth as he carefully prepared his one of the two cigars he enjoyed every day. With his first inhale... His mind wandered and churned at what was coming tonight. With a long, dark chuckle he turned away from Doll and continued stroking her hair. He continued enjoying his cigar... and the music on a fairly low volume.

Meanwhile April and Vernon were riding in a large emergency helicopter flying across the ocean. Their sleeping eyes were unaware they were now flying over the U.S. And the conversations of the TBI taking place with fervor around them.

"Can you imagine what they're gonna go through? Lucky s.o.b.s! I might not send in my video just to see what happens.."

"Yeah but... Don don't play around man... he's SADISTIC!"

"I know... I know... Hey look the guy may be sadistic but... he knows what he's doing... How long has he been into this? Come on..."

"I don't know about that... I heard from "Kittieclaws" that he doesn't use safe words and he won't stop for ANYTHING! He wouldn't even let her catch her breath... Thats DANGEROUS yo!"

"Yeah well... he's probably learned a LOT since he joined the forum back how long now? Her story is old news.

"I don't know man... I wouldn't trust him. But... we'll be seeing it all TONIGHT!" High 5's went around the plane, one after the other wildly. "Hell yeah... free live streamed tickle torture!! I mean... he's still cool in MY book on that end of things. Free streaming for TMF members...? HE'S THE MAN!! As long as doesn't kill anyone... hahaha!"

"Oooh...I almost forgot Captured Doll is there... I can't WAIT to see her get tickled... I hope he lets us watch in person... Think he will?"

"Doubt it... but who knows?"

"I SO wanna wake these 2 up and get the party started early..."

"Better not... I'm not losing THIS sweet of a job! Don wants to Ler them himself so... hands off man... sorry! But HEY Meghan Fox and Shannon Tweed are still there I bet... remember?"

"Oh yeah... true!"

April fought the urge to grimace. She had to keep on pretending she was asleep within her seat. "Thank goodness they didn't put enough chloroform on those cloths" She thought to herself. She kept her breathing at an even pace... listening to every word spoken.

Time passed...

Back in the limousine... the driver told President Don through the intercom they soon would be arriving at their destination. Captured Doll only then began to stir. Her sleepy eyes took in her surroundings. It took her a couple of minutes to realize she was in the same limo she had been picked up in last week. The first dinner with Don. Doll smiled at the memory until she realized she was tied up. Don felt her stirring as he too awoke from his short nap. He checked his watch and asked the driver where they were. The driver repeated the information for him. Don sat up and fixed his tie. Then he got up to retrieve his hat from across the limousine. When he turned back around, he saw Doll staring back at him with passivity and fear.

Instead of returning to his seat, He got down on one knee before Doll and pulled her entire body over and across the seat. He made room for himself on the opposite side of her, now sitting beside her restrained ankles. He pushed her over onto her stomach and laid her legs against his arm. He placed one of his hands onto her ankles... while he focused his eyes ... waiting for her to look at him. Her head laid itself back down to be able to see behind her. With his eyes... he scanned hers... searching for something. She felt naked suddenly and wanted to close her eyes desperately. But she didn't dare to. Instead she tried to smile over the gag.

"Doll... I went through your phone today... and I learned something about you. You're a stand up gal!" He smiled kindly towards her. "I just hope... you stay that way..." He let get of her ankle and placed his fingers onto her outstretched palms and stroked them slowly down to her finger tips. "I mean... Men can be quite persuasive... especially ones trying to start a RESISTANCE. Know what I mean...?" He reached back up to her legs and slid his fingers down one of her legs.

The intimate gesture of touching her hand filled her with feelings of warmth and complicity to whatever he wanted from her. She knew and remembered what he was talking about though. But she only had a moment to remember the unsettling conversation that took place within the comments section the previous evening. She thought rapidly to remember if she had written something wrong. Or could be CONCEIVED as wrong. As her mind scanned the conversation... she felt his his fingers slide down one of her legs. They were light enough to tickle... but heavy enough to remind her that... the tickling he COULD put her through might be far more extreme than she had ever imagined. She didn't know him well enough yet to know one way or the other. Or even what she herself could handle. He took away his tie from her mouth and under her chin with one hand. She trembled as his fingers moved and trickled lightly over her ass... "Don... hehehe... I would NEVER BETRAY YOU!!! NEVER!!! hehehehaHA....PLEASE... DON'T put me on camera... PLEASE... I beg of you!!!"

"BUT SWEETHEART...we're gonna have a LOT of FUN tonight you and I..." He began to trace a singular finger down the back of her thigh. He slowed his tickling touch down the further he went down her leg. Doll wanted to sit up and move away from his tickles... To explain better how she felt about him. How much she respected him. But was held in place by the ropes and his hand again on her ankle. Her giggles began to rise. It's as if he knew her most ticklish spots already. "If you're a REAL GOOD GIRL for me tonight... I'll make you my own PERSONNAL tickling slave... would you like that?" Don moved his finger all the way up the back of her bent calves to the back of her foot... sliding it across the side of her high heel... Down under to the top of the high heels edge by her toes. He wiggled his finger along the edge back and forth. Doll began to giggle loudly now, flexing her foot. The light tickling was so acute, she moaned through her giggles and nodded yes frantically.

"Good... then you just do what I tell ya honey... And ANY future comments or mail you get that defy MY orders... you just send them directly to ME. Understand... my... TICKLISH little Doll...?" He circled her ankles pointedly with his finger tips. "And trust me... you're gonna look BEAUTIFUL on camera... all you have to do... is OBEY ME..." He back tracked his hand...wiggling his fingers again along the base of her toes. Then he began streaming light tickles down the top of her foot. The tickling made Doll squee and giggle like crazy! Trying to move was something she just couldn't do much of. And this hog tie position made her completely vulnerable.

With his left hand Don slowly moved under her silken, pink robe... His pervasive, sensual touch matched the lightness of his previous tickling. Her white bikini bottoms became warmer as the heat of his finger tips made her pussy respond to him. He lightly tickled and traced the outline of her pussy making her sigh and moan with anticipation of cumming to those strong, Masterful hands. He gripped her ankle tightly as a reminder to her. He owned her now. But owning her completely would come later... She blushed rapidly as her mix of giggles and excitement forced her to get more and more turned on.

"See... I know how much you want to be a good girl for me... just do EVERYTHING I tell you tonight...and I'll make ALL of your tickling dreams come true..." Doll breathily moaned, seduced by his words. She could feel an orgasm begging to be brought closer to the surface the more he tickled her there. Her breathing and back became arched...her legs shook with chills of excitement. He smiled down at her knowingly and stopped tickling her then. He replacing his tie back into her mouth. Giving her a gentle pat on her ass... he sat back and caressed her legs just as the limousine came to a complete and final stop.

Back in the helicopter... the pilot announced they were only an 1 1/2 away from their destination. Vernon awoke to the loud voice and immediately began to try and get out of his handcuffs from behind his back. April heard him struggling and desperately wanted to tell him to stop. She finally opened her eyes and sat forward trying to get his attention. She finally had to awkwardly kick at his legs with her own to grab his attention. He looked at her over his gag with amazement and confusion. A voice from the front of the helicopter turned both of their heads forward.

"Hello there..."

All eyes in the helicopter were now completely focused on April and Vernon. Like wolves they leaned in closer to them... baring teeth within their wicked smiles. "Sounds like you two have a VERY...LONG, and VERY...TICKLISH night ahead of you..."

Vernon and April looked at each other with confusion. Spinning thoughts wildly ran across their eyes. They leaned back into their seats far more alert now and wary.

"You know April... the TMF... I mean... the TBI... well... we're all BIG FANS of yours... we listen to your podcast ALL the time. You just have THE MOST... DELIGHTFUL LAUGH..."

Another voice spoke up " Come on guys... we can't touch them remember?"

"Oh please... Don isn't gonna find out unless YOU tell him..." The man turned back to April with a lascivious grin. The voice of common sense turned back around in his seat throwing his hands up.

"Just for a minute man... that's all..." He spoke unusually casually as he stretched out his arms and hands. He began inching his 2 forefingers bouncing them up and down in April's direction. Like the flu this motion alone caught on around the helicopter. 4 pairs of hands were mimicking the motion now with matching smiles. There were 2 TBI Interrogators directly behind April and Vernon as well. They moved in closer to April unbeknownst to her. They hovered over her ears and neck for a moment waiting for the others to surround her. Their hard ons were becoming visible beneath their white pants suits. Once the four were comfortably in place... they inched there fingers closer and closer. April's mouth dropped realizing what was about to happen. She struggled against her handcuffs and ropes coiled around her ankles. Vernon yelled for them to stop. Quickly one of the TBI behind and closest to him took out the cloth and chloroform again... With a quick splash the cloth was replaced over his face. His yelling and struggling slowed down rapidly as his senses submitted to the chemicals he was forced to breath in. Soon he was out cold.

"I think its time for April's... preview..."

The 12 fingers dashed at Aprils body. The TBI wiggled their singular fingers into her dress making sliding dents as she began to scream hysterically. The 2 men behind her invaded the edges of her ears and neck. In front of her... fingers slid into the creases of her armpits wiggling madly. Her ribs were counted one by one as the other devious, crawling fingers danced up and down her sides. Her laughter became uncontrollable as she struggled to speak. A voice from up front spoke out loudly.

"Hey GUYS..."

The words went unheard as the 12 fingers found new, sensitive spots to tickle. Her body writhed and twisted around in her seat as the fingers found their way under her knees and around her breasts from behind her.

"NOOAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!!" AAAAHEHEEHAAAAAA NO NOOO PLEEEASAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! April tried to buck them off but her seat belt kept her in place.

"HEY GUYS..." The voice from the front of the helicopter spoke louder this time. Still unheard... the fingers poked and drilled her from all angles. The TBI members who were wearing their silver sunglasses reflected happy, learing smiles back and forth to each other. Suddenly the helicopter vibrated with heavy footsteps pounding over toward the band of ticklers. Just as a hand began to inch up her leg under her dress..The sunglasses quickly reflected a hand with the chemically induced cloth taking hold over Aprils face. The tickling fingers slowed down as her laughter began to fall away. Soon like Vernon, April re engaged into the darkness of sleep.

"HEEEY MAAAN!!! What did you do THAT for???

"BECAUSE I KNOW YOU GUYS TOO WELL. One minute will turn into an hour. And I am NOT losing my job for you guys. You already had 5 minutes with her... its ENOUGH now..."

The Ticklers grumbled and mumbled their disapproval. They went back to their seats with "ruffled feathers".

Each of the TBI turned to their phones for the rest of the flight. At some point they each brought up Turtelli.Net. The red, blinking light was flashing fast as it now stated:

"4 Hours to SHOWTIME! Upload NOW before it's too late..."

Part 5: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...nding-The-Doll

Tickling talk and some sexual themes. Aka Shoe/Power worship, Bondage & Discipline.


Inside of her holding cell... near Don's new office... Doll got ready for tonight's Live Stream. In less than one hour... Doll would be tickle tortured publicly... for the entire world to see. And she was very, VERY... SCARED.

Her cell had been decorated for her comfort and relaxation. A long, silk screen could be pulled down to give her moderate privacy. Pink feathers were the mural of the screen. But anyone could still see through the picture if they stood closely enough. A furry pink rug was laid onto the grey floor. The typical hard, metal bed had been replaced with a long, black, leather ottoman. Lots of pink, heart pillows were strewn about it. A full length mirror stood in the corner, while a miniature table and chair sat near the front of the cell. She was trembling as she tried desperately to control her fear... looking around at all of the bright colors and feather screen.

Her privacy screen was pulled all the way down as the TBI and Secret Service kept passing her cell on their way to Don's office. Which was situated directly around the corner. But per President Turtelli's orders... they were told not to disturb her in ANY way.

Makeup, perfume, and anything she might have needed were also provided. Red roses lay tall in a crystal vase on the miniature table with a small, white teddy bear holding a note from Don... And... a ring box. She was so nervous she hadn't noticed the note or black velvet box until now. Her hand shook as she took the note and unfolded it.

"My Sexy, TICKLISH Doll...

I have never been more excited to tickle someone than I am to tickle YOU tonight... No matter what happens... think about the bigger picture here... I plan on ruling the WORLD! And I want you... on your knees, beside me... Please wear this on your pretty feet, as a token of my rising feelings for you...

<3 Don

Doll didn't know which words to stare at more... "on your knees beside me"... "tickle you"... or the heart next to his name. Everything had been happening SO FAST. The trace of a smile lightened her face... appearing as she set back down the note into the teddy bears arms. Then she picked up the tiny box. Opening it... the box revealed a tiny toe ring. An engraved heart and his initials were cut into the silver ring. With a singular diamond. She smiled and giggled. Still shaking... she raised her leg and placed it over her second toe on her right foot. She stared at it for a while... and began BEAMING with joy as she rested her head on her hands, on her bent knee. She began to feel... rising feelings herself for him. Even after being put into this jail cell all alone. She took and reread his note... deepening further the connection in her heart.

Time though was slipping away and she realized she HAD to finish getting ready. Still shaking... but happier... she finished applying the soft pink lipstick provided within the array of colors and shades. Her platinum blonde hair laid in soft curls and waves around her face and down her naked back. Her pink cheeks tried to smile bravely into the tiny mirror as her eyes rested on the outfit she had to put on behind her in the mirror's reflection. It was beautiful... but tiny. She stood up then and walked the short distance to retrieve it and put it on. 25 minutes left...

Meanwhile Don was doing a final walk through of the building. Electricians were double checking all of the cameras that had been set up in each and every one of the cells, and the main rooms. The TBI were in place at all strategized locations. The Secret Service were securing the parameters and Don's office. One Agent was walking behind him at a distance.

The walls had been painted Royal Blue. The wing formerly known as Death Row was now the celebrity wing. And the rest of the building would house the rest of America's non complacent population. This jail could only house 25,000 though... More might have to be built... time would tell on that. And... when Friday rolled around... everyone should be receiving their "special packages."

Only a handful of celebrities were placed in what was now being called "Tickle Row". Lindsay Lohan was smiling and an absolute delight to be around as it turns out now. Lady GaGa long paid her debt and made an appointment to come back. "She's a sweetheart though." Don thought to himself. And the rest of the jail cells lay dormant. Saturday morning would see the start of a LOT of people being dragged in... "Hopefully by their big toes", Don let out a sinister laugh. "Turtelli's Prison Reform" was going to be a cash cow all on it's own... Unless... everyone obeyed him. The numbers would be up in the morning.

April and Vernon were already secured and awaiting tonights "Midnight Special". And Don decided to wait to the very last minute to deal with THEM. He told one of his TBI to go and retrieve Doll. Then got on his phone and called one of his associates to find out about the so called... "Resistance..."

A gravely "Yeah?" greeted Don.

"Ok Pauly what the HELL is going on with these punks anyway?"

"Well... they are trying to hack into the computer system and disrupt the live stream. So far there have been 5 attempted hacks but the Secret Service has a... well... secret system ... and the Intelligence to keep them at bay. You ain't got NOTHIN to worry about..."

"Good! Now what about that "dude123" guy...?"

"Well... we HAVE managed to trace his location. Your TBI should be arriving there shortly to deal with him. In fact... they're probably outside his place right NOW."

"Hahahaha... EXCELLENT. Make sure they remember to film it. I want that up first thing on the website by morning. Damn punk..."

"No problem..."

"And hey... tell Marie to head over to the TMF and send an email over to Mr. Cool. Make sure he has the password for the livestream tonight. Oh and ah... make sure he received his suit. Some people haven't received their's yet and I CAN'T HAVE THIS Pauly!! EVERYTHING needs to be PERFECT and ready to go by Friday!"

"I'm on it... calm down..."

"You BETTER be... I got enough to worry about... And what about the "Controllers".

"It's been taken care of. Ready for mass shipment at 5 am."

"EXCELLANT. Thanks Pauly."

Don pressed for the phone call to end just in time to see Doll out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face her... "WOW".

She was wearing glittering, silver high heels with diamond laced, white feathers on the sides. The feather tendrils curved and moved over her ankles with every step. A tiny, white thong adorned with white feathers on the front and trailing along the band of her hips. 5 large white standing Ostrich plumes fanned out along her back and off of the thong band. A small pink heart broach held them in place. Pink heart pasties were covered in diamonds over her ample and lightly tanned breasts. A matching pink diamond heart clip was on the side of her hair with a sunburst of white feathers around it. The stems were laid with diamonds all the way up to the tips. Her eyeshadow sparkled... her pink lips smiled happily at Don. She was lead on a diamond infused chain connected to a white, diamond collar. Her wrists in metal cuffs in front of her. Don exclaimed: "MADONE! I knew this girl deserved to be covered in diamonds and feathers... (and handcuffs... ) but WOW! She reminds me of the Las Vegas Showgirls back in the day... MADONE! Come over here honey!!"

Don smiled broadly as she got closer to him. He stretched out his arms and said "My dear... you look BEAUTIFUL!!!!" He took both of her hands and kissed each one. He took the sparkling chain and turned his head, gruffly telling a Secret Service man who lead her to him, to get him a chair. He ran away quickly and came running back full speed with a simple, folding chair from around the corner. "LEAVE US". Don spoke abruptly. The assistant walked away as quickly as possible. Even though Doll was smiling... she was still visibly trembling.

Don turned back to Doll and said kindly... but commandingly... "KNEEL DOWN BEFORE ME." Doll slowly, but without too much hesitation, got down on her shaky knees. She looked up at him... and down his body. He was dressed to the nines in a black tuxedo and red silk tie. His black and silver hair were slicked back... and his black, leather shoes shined like mirrors. A rose was clipped to his pocket. His diamond encrusted, feather cuff links sparkled in the over head lights as he adjusted his suit jacket. "A lot of broads have crossed my path... but none like her..." He thought to himself. Smiling as he sat down... he leaned in close to her face... keeping direct eye contact with her. He watched her carefully...

"Doll... My plans for you have changed a little... Tonight, you are going to be like an arrow... drawn across my bow... You KNOW you're quickly becoming... MY GIRL... right? He touched her cheek and caressed it for a moment. Her eyes closed... melting into his touch. She nodded and smiled sweetly. "And like I've told you... I've read, listened, and watched everything you've ever posted online. So... you shouldn't be nervous... I'm THANKFUL you're here." He chuckled darkly as a twinkle spotlighted his grey eyes. "You're almost as sadistic as I AM... ALMOST." He grinned at her. "But YOU... You haven't really followed through with most of your fantasies... but... I HAVE." His grin turned darker... and Doll could barely breath as she followed his words. Her eyes widened, hooked on every word.

"In just a few moments... I'm going to walk you through THAT door." He pointed in the direction he wanted her eyes to follow and see. She followed his hand to look upon a large metal door with bars down the front. "Behind that door... are a couple of SCAM ARTISTS. And they have been a thorn in MY side... for YEARS. " Doll's eyes looked back into Don's, raising her eyebrows. "So called "reporters"... masked as good people... but are really just 2 thieves in the night. But ... here's where thing's get INTERESTING Doll... they have a tickling fetish just like YOU and I do. Unless they're lying about that too... You might know them from the board or... somewhere online." He looked away... appearing puzzled.

"But... they have been telling LIES about me... Trying to turn the public against me! ME!! They even came out publicly AGAINST ME... OVER OUR FETISH. Saying that... I alone was RUINING it for the world. You were too busy having fun with one of our guests to see the podcast I watched the other day. I'm GLAD you didn't... you would have been SO HURT by what they said about me... and our thing. Disgraceful. So you can imagine how I must be feeling right now..." Don looked down for a moment but quickly raised his eyes back to Doll's... watching her nodding her head slowly with sadness forming in her eyes.

"These 2 even STOLE from ME years ago. And tried to turn it around and say I STOLE from THEM. Even LIED in COURT saying I KIDNAPPED them!!! What lies... I grew up a POOR man... and I NEVER had to STEAL from NOBODY. I was taught BETTER than THAT. Let alone KIDNAP.... I MADE MY WEALTH from SCRATCH. My father made me EARN my money! Nowadays yeah America needs a push in the right direction. And yeah I'm gonna do a LOT of... INSTRUCTIVE things... Not everyone will agree with my methods." His eyes pierced right through Doll's. "But it's BECAUSE of people like them that I'm having to do things like this now. But I'll explain more on camera about that later... He softened his expression and caressed her cheek again.

"Anyway... their case was thrown out due to lack of evidence... OF COURSE. And for ME... I didn't have enough evidence against them in turn. Sure I got into a little trouble as a young man. Ran with the wrong crowd... So they used that against me to make me look bad." He cocked his head to the side with a pained expression. Doll shook her head sadly. Her eyes becoming irritated.


"And NOW that I'm RICH... And The PRESIDENT Of The UNITED STATES... I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO ASSUME THIS IS SOUR GRAPES... and they ONLY want a PAYDAY!! Or to ruin me... OR... use me to get hits on their website. What do YOU think..? Am I WRONG? YOUR a SMART WOMAN... YOU... TELL... ME."

Doll's mind turned over this new and intense information as fast as she could. She looked at his rose... focusing on it to decipher this information. "How... awful. Just awful." She thought. Who would do such a thing to such a good and smart man... WAIT... He mentioned April O' Neil and her husband the other day...no... NO... Don talked about SO MANY celebrities these days. Can't be them. But whomever they were... how DARE they try to pull such cowardly... STUNTS!! They MUST be the kind of people that try to get money out of REAL celebrities. Egomaniacs... COWARDS!! She saw it ALL the TIME on TMZ!!

"Don... I BELIEVE YOU!! I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of THIS!!! I... I DIDN'T KNOW!! What CAN I DO... WHO ARE THEY?! Anger started to trickle into her veins, forcing her hands to ball up into fists.

"CALM DOWN CUPCAKE... HA HA HA... YOU...can help me make it RIGHT. The courts can't help me now. I'm in too vulnerable of a position. I'm a Public Figure. And... the internet is an untouchable entity by the rules of the law. So... I need to a put a stop to this MYSELF once and FOR ALL. If they want to use the media against me... I'm gonna use the media right BACK."

"Absolute HATERS... And Its people like THESE 2 givin US a BAD REPUTATION! BUT... EVERYTHING can be fixed in JUST... ONE... NIGHT. And THAT'S TONIGHT!"

"And... America... oh they're gonna be taught a BIG LESSON tonight. So... will you help me? Be my arrow...?"

Don's truth spoke to Doll in the deepest places of her morals and soul. "YES!!! OF COURSE I WILL!!!"

Don stood up tall and placed one foot onto the chair. "Look at yourself in my shoe Doll... your beautiful reflection... NEVER FORGET WHO YOU ARE!!

Doll looked down and deeply into his shining leather shoe. The shine showed a woman who was going to help her President fight for justice! For their country! For their FETISH! Her jawline tightened with conviction. She was shaking with anger more now than fear.

"Give your President... your Captain's LEATHER SHOE... a KISS. It will be my good luck charm... and I will lead you... to our DESTINY. WORSHIP ME... and I will sail our Dreams into GLORY. And make them...ALL... PAY!!!"

Doll eyes were lit up with pure AWE. She gleamed at Don's powerful words and stance. She leaned over and lightly kissed the side of his shoe. Leaving behind her pink lipstick. She looked up towards him completely DAZZLED.

"VERY GOOD DOLL... THANK YOU." He placed his foot down and bowed to her. He leaned down and kissed her lips gently. She smiled blinking herself away into the romance and JUSTICE of it all. He put his hand out for her's and helped her up. She took his hand as he tugged lightly on her chain to enforce his command. "Walk BEHIND ME now..."

Doll waited until her... "Captain" began to walk. She giggled at the name... but secretly liked it. Then she followed him to the door. Her heart was sailing away with him... onto the high seas of love. But her mind had set sail into a glacier of ice. Her forehead began to furrow walking towards the door. Her long pink nails began flexing and tapping impatiently against the top of her hand.

Opening the door wide... April and Vernon were on their knees with their bare feet held in stocks... completely naked. Placed higher up they were kneeling on leather, cushioned, square stones of black and white, swirled marble. They were gagged with black tape, with their wrists high above them in chains. They were next to each other each facing a large mirror hung down from the ceiling making it seem on first glance like there were 4 people in the room. Cameras were blinking and ready to go, all over the room... and behind the mirror. And... a lone set of black stocks sat directly below and behind them. With a smaller white square of marble topped with a white leather cushion. Doll's mouth and eyes widened as she quickly recognized April O'Neil and her husband Vernon before her. "THEM?! NO WAY...!!!" Doll mouth dropped in complete SHOCK. She walked up beside Don quickly with complete confusion melting over her eyes and mind.

Don just smiled back , his eyes darkening like an oncoming storm... and growled... "SHOW TIME".

Part 6: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...16#post4602216

East Coast Time: MIDNIGHT.

TurtelliNet.com came to life. Red Velvet Curtains covered the screen. An announcer's voice took over the eyes and ears of America... and around the WORLD.

"Ladies & Gentleman... The time is Midnight... Please be advised... if you have not uploaded your personal tickling video... please wait now to do so after this broadcast. To avoid being officially interrogated by the TBI... please watch and wait for further instructions after the broadcast. This Live Stream is sponsored by "Verizon Wireless: "We've got you covered."

"This Live Stream is rated XXX for mature adult themes and graphic scenes of tickle torture. Anyone between the ages of 18-65 MUST WATCH. Viewer Discretion is completely UNADVISED."

"COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM THE TURTELLI REFORM PRISON CENTER LOCATED IN THE HEART OF NEW JERSEY... THE MAN... THE MYTH... THE LEGEND... IT'S PRESIDENT DON "THE TICKLER" TURTELLI!!!!!

*Cue canned/ recorded applause and whistles* 2 buxom red heads in royal blue bikinis opened the curtains with flashy, white smiles. The curtains unveil President Don standing in front of the mirror. With April & Vernon behind him he takes a long bow. His smile is large, warm and inviting. He stretches out his arms basking in the applause. A message trailed across the screen stating that his tuxedo and red tie were done by Gucci. His slicked back hair shined under the led lights.

"What a WELCOME... THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!"

"Ladies & Gentleman... WELCOME to TurtelliNet.com! Where ALL of your NEW DREAMS of TORTURE are about to come true! I am President Don Turtelli as you all know... *cue more wild canned applause* A sneer crept into his smile..."I am also your Captain... steering you away from the ROCKS of your MISERABLE LIVES. Joining me tonight is a very SPECIAL and LOVELY Woman... the ever so sexy and... TICKLISH... "DOLL". *cue applause and wolf whistles*.

Doll was kneeling in her stocks. Her high heels were still on... and her wrists were now free from each other but restrained by her metal cuffs now on long chains. Her diamond leash had been removed. Her arms lay frozen at her sides. She smiled tightly into the mirror and gave a semi flutter of a wave as she had been instructed to. Don joined in the canned applause with his own loud claps and whistles. He then turned around to face the cameras.

"AND... meet tonights CRIMINALS! April O' Neil... and Vernon Fenwick!" *cue canned boos and hisses* Don did a double thumbs down as he shook his head from side to side. April and Vernon looked at each other wide eyed and fearful.

"AMERICA... there has been a miscommunication going on in this country for a long, LONG time. But I am going to FIX THAT. I am going to relieve you of your taxes, your stress... your hate... your RAGE. The despicable crimes we see day in and day out. That's OVER NOW. As long as you can put your TRUST in ME. For the next 6 months... this world... will become a DIFFERENT WORLD. And if you don't agree... if you DON'T SEE RESULTS... I will step DOWN as President. I will impeach MYSELF. But all I ask... is for 6 months to prove that THIS PROGRAM WORKS." *cue wild applause*

"You all need an outlet for these feelings you bottle up inside ya's. Those feelings that result in the heinous crimes being done. The hateful comments online alone is making people SICK... and SCARED. Resulting in depression... and less productivity!" *cue canned sadness and awww's*

"So... before you tonight here... stands ... well... KNEELS HAHAHA... 3 people... 2... who are THIEVES and LIARS... And one... who has no control over herself. Or it could be said... she has TOO MUCH control... She's a SHY woman... who bottles up her desires. Her fetish is what controls her down deep... But... rather than just let them go and ACT on them... she suppresses them. Just like rage controls all of YOU. She has the opposite problem... she's far too NICE. She acts out her desires through writing... and THIS is EXACTLY the kind of girl you could STEP ON. Take ADVANTAGE of. And she'll ACCEPT IT!!

*cue sad reactions*

"Most of YOU take out your rage in different ways. Road rage... a middle finger... hateful comments on celebrities pages. On your friends and family! I could use a million examples. But not HER... she's sweet... oh yes... but overall... she's a DOORMAT. Oh America... tsk tsk tsk. I speak to you now from my peaceful, relaxed, dark HEART. There is a more SOPHISTICATED and HEALTHIER way to get what you want outta life! Let me guide that rage." He balled up his fists tightly. "That hate. That shyness... with a more "hands on approach". He uncurled his fists and made a rainbow in the air. "THIS I call... "Turtelli's Domino Effect". Soon... your all going to become little, walking, bouncy balls of SUNSHINE."

"Right now though... no matter how long it takes... I'm going to ask the very SHY Doll to make these 2 people ADMIT that what they said about me were LIES. That they INTENTIONALLY LIED. And through DOLL... She is... well... my best example of the WEAKER America." Doll's mouth had long dropped open... practically onto the floor.

"Now... through Tickling... THIS is the BETTER approach to get what you want. And to fulfill your desires. The results WILL speak for themselves. Go ahead my Amerries. Take your pants and skirts off... and ENJOY WATCHING their TORTURE. And imagine Doll akin to a fresh pot of cold water. She will soon BOIL OVER... and it WILL EXCITE YA'S! So... I will now turn on the stove. He smiled deeply... knowingly. "Watch... and LEARN..."

Don stepped to the side and walked back towards Doll. She shook with fear... her eyes became like a deer caught in the headlights. He briefly glanced at her but pulled his eyes forward coldly.

The beautiful red headed assistants took a place on either side of Doll and Don. They each showed 2 long, white feathers with pointed tips in their hands. They posed like they were on a game show... showcasing the prizes. Then they each placed their feathers in standing pen holders on a little side desk near Don and skittered away.

April struggled to see behind her. She saw the potent sexual mix of eye candy and PERCEIVED POWER. She hoped America wouldn't fall for such a sleazy and OBVIOUS trap.

Don walked up to Doll and unhooked her thong on one side. His white, pristine, gloves worked carefully and slowly focusing his attention acutely to the details. Not once did he look into her eyes. She began to whisper..."Don... Don please... don't do this... I'm too scared... you're humiliating me!" He ignored her. He walked around to her other side... releasing the last hook. Leaving her very naked... her pink diamond pasties were now the only apparel covering her. She blushed brightly. She looked down to hide her face and eyes. And then... she felt one of her silver high heels being taken away from her. She looked back up into the mirror to see Don staring back at her with a darkening smile. He threw her heel off to the side. A leather seat was rolled over to him from off camera. He moved away from her and sat down in front of the stocks. Her upturned feet were chest level to him. Leaning back, he intertwined his fingers together. His mind secretly wandered for a moment, collecting his thoughts. All of his facial expressions became muted. Calm... but cold and unflinching. He looked straight ahead. Past the mirror and cameras. As if he was looking at something miles away.

"Doll... how do you feel about April and Vernon?

Doll who had been shaking... stiffened suddenly. She tried to think. But was just too scared. Don unmoving, waited for her answer patiently over his clasped hands. Finally, she spoke. Her voice wavering. "I... I... don't know... I don't... know them. But...I... like... them. They're... p... pretty... n... nice".

Without moving an inch... Don responded "Doll... that's NOT what you told ME in the HALLWAY..."

"But... but I..."

"Doll... tell America what you REALLY think... don't be SHY. Americans prefer honesty... I PREFER... HONESTY." Don's hands remained clasped as he listened. His eyes were focused straight ahead.... waiting for her next response.

"I... I'm NOT lying... I...DO... like... them... Well but... I mean..."

He sighed... visibly becoming annoyed... Keeping his eyes forward... he reached only with his arm and over to the side table and picked up his white, immaculate tickling feather. Staying completely still... he raised it on his bent elbow resting on the arm of the chair. Showing it to her in the mirror in between her legs. His face turned darker....Those cold grey eyes frozen into ice. He smiled icily. He slowly shook his head as he raised his eyes up at Doll.

Doll's eyes widened at seeing his hand grasping the feather in the mirror. His reflection was horrifying suddenly to her. She tried to move... to run... but she wasn't going ANYWHERE. Instead she stammered out a fast response.

"I mean... I... I've heard their podcast before... they SEEM nice... I didn't KNOW who you were talking about! But I'm not saying your..." Don cut her off...

"Doll... you said you TRUSTED me... you SAID you BELIEVED me... And now... your BACK PEDDLING? Were you LYING to me? Are you LYING to the WORLD right now? Lying.... my dear is BENEATH YOU. You were VERY angry at them just 15 minutes ago... Even though... YES... you DIDN'T know it was them that had robbed me... or LIED to me. How can you still LIKE people like THAT? You've had now 15 minutes to contemplate these people kneeling directly in FRONT of you... to adjust your feelings ACCORDINGLY. And NOW that you KNOW IT WAS THEM... you're gonna kneel there yourself and tell ME you LIKE THEM?! I don't believe you... YOUR LYING."

Don only moved his eyes down at Doll's left foot. "She is hiding her TRUE feelings... squashing her emotions to not hurt THEIR feelings. It's a MASK Ladies and Gentleman. So... she HAS to PAY the PENALTY for LYING..." He raised his eyes forward. "DOLL... I WANT... the TRUTH. And NOW... I'M GOING to TICKLE TORTURE YOU to GET IT. HER OWN FETISH MIND YOU. NO PAIN... NO SCARS... ONLY... TICKLING. IF I CAN'T TRUST YOU DOLL. WHY SHOULD ANYONE TRUST YOU".

Doll emotions broke completely. Tears started to stream down her face. Silence filled the room. Don let her cry for a full five minutes. Finally with a flick of his feather one of the buxom red heads came over and wiped her tears for her.

Then... An overhead camera zoomed in from Don's left side behind them. To the viewers multiple angles could be clicked on from home. Don leaned over slowly... he lowered the tip of his feather to the arch of her trembling, bare foot. He slowly began tickling the middle of her arch...back and forth. Teasing it lightly. The foot stopped shivering from the ticklish shock. Her toes stretched back unintentionally from the nerves being hit with such a light yet strong tickling feeling. Doll's tears slowed down... she grimaced. Her face began to contort... trying not to laugh. She tried to control her chest... the giggles were forming deep inside her. She puckered her lips inwardly and began trying to speak closing her eyes tightly without laughing.

" Oh Don NO... not... there... don't... hehehehe don't hehe tickle me there... NOT THERE... I'll tell you hehehe.."

"Then... TELL the TRUTH Doll... He retraced his tickling feather back and forth. Tracing... flicking... wiggling... Tracing... flicking... wiggling... Tickling the lines of her smooth, ticklish skin.

"Don stop... PLEASE... I can't... hehehe... not on... hahahaHEHE... camera... no... not there... heheheHAHA..."

"Then tell ME the TRUTH... what do you think about April... and Vernon's lies... and stealing..."

As he traced and tickled her soft, ticklish foot... her desire to be forced into being tickled began to take hold... but she tried to control her voice and the giggling to speak further.

"HEHEHE...YES... I WAS mad..."

"OH... so... you're NOT MAD ANYMORE huh..?"


"hehehahahehe!!!! Doll covered her mouth. But she let go quickly. "No I AM... they... hehehe... should... oh no no hahaha... mmmmm... PAY.... haha hehehehe!!!

"GOOD GIRL... Now THAT wasn't so hard... was it? Don reached for his other feather and raised his arm. He reached under her legs and began softly tickling the hood of her clit. "Don.. oh no... on no... pleasehehehease..." She closed her eyes again... The feather tickling at her clit began deepening her arousal. Her legs were so open and vulnerable to his feather. Just what she had imagined for so long...

He stealthily tickling at her clit... making the feather skim over the hood back and forth. While he wiggled the tip of his feather over her ticklish, restrained, foot. She began to moan and giggle simultaneously. "Then... don't you think they DESERVE to be TICKLE TORTURED Doll? After EVERYTHING they've put ME through?" They're NOT good people Doll... they're BAD..." His eyes captured the feather in his reflection. It almost seemed like lightening was flashing across grey skies. He tickled at each of her toes now... the feather striking time and time again. Her ticklish foot became paralyzed against the wicked tickle torture.

"I hehehehaha... I GUESS so... hehe...HAHAHA!!!!"

"NO... NO GUESSING... NO ASSUMING... JUST THE TRUTH!" Don put down the feather from between her legs... and quickly removed her other heel "STOP OVER THINKING THE TRUTH!!"

As he kept one feather wiggling up and down her left foot... with his other hand Don reached underneath her toes tickling them... but pressed on the diamond of her toe ring. Unseen... a needle suddenly pricked her. Through her laughter Doll exclaimed a merry "hehe OUCH hehehehaha... and just continued on laughing wildly. A chemical was released into her blood stream. Judgement slowly faded away... and her arousal became higher. Don reclaimed his feather and went straight back between her legs with it... tickling again at her clit slowly. Then lightly tracing back over the lips.. back and forth. Doll's mind became a fog. She became relaxed... uncaring. Selfish within her own tickling desires.

She looked around dreamily overwhelmed by passion. Her already pink tearful eyes became a brighter, glowing pink. She began massaging her breasts as she felt his feather come down over and over against her ticklish toes. Her laughter became a mix of heavy breathing and hysterical laughter. Then she looked down wanting to watch the feather tickle her. But as her eyes lowered... she saw the 2 pairs of bare feet in front of her... Her breathing then stopped completely until a FLASH of a chill went up her spine. Her head went back. Her arms threw themselves out to her sides making the chains taut to their limits. "OooohahahHAHA... YES... they DESERVE to be HAHAHA... TORTURED... NO HAHAHAHeheHAHAA... MERCY!!!

Now in unison Don tickled up and down her arches faster. Quickly making the feathers dance and fall up under toes... stroking... teasing... TICKLING. But he went back and forth to softly wiggling his feathers across her feet... to back to just one foot and her clit simultaneously. "YES Doll...let yourself GO! You do WHATEVER you want now... The truth will PREVAIL won't it DOLL? Tickle... tickle... TICKLE! Don laughed cruelly WITH her.

"Mmmmmmm YESSSSS!! Oh those words... It struck her clit as the feather drove the words in deeper. The tickling tips of his feathers was driving Doll crazy. Her feet were becoming even more ticklish now... And her mind was crazily becoming focused solely on the bare feet trapped before her. She looked back down... Her laughter was wild... enjoying Don's tickle taunts and tickle teasing. Her "Captain" KNEW what she needed... He was getting her closer and closer cumming... She closed her eyes and swiveled her hips. "Don't Doll... you need to begin their tickle torture... make me happy by doing what pleases you...and make them TALK". Don nodded to the TBI. They ripped away the duck tape from April's and Vernon's mouths painfully.

Logic had completely left Doll's mind as she got more and more turned on. Through her continuous laughter... the soft, ticklish looking, upturned feet in front of her... Her eyes turned into a tunnel vision of tickle torture. The more her own feet were tickled... the more she became overwhelmed with the desire to tickle the feet in front of her... She no longer even knew where she was... all she knew was that she wanted to cum... tickling THOSE FEET. And somewhere in her thoughts she heard begging and pleading not to be tickled. "Begging? Oh but I LOoooOVE when people beg me not to tickle them. THAT just makes me want to tickle their feet even MORE." Her mind had now completely turned sadistic. She began reaching out towards their bare feet. One of Vernon's... and one of Aprils... She instinctively began wiggling her fingers... her pink nails... in their direction.

"That's right Doll... tickle their feet...make them tell us EVERYTHING..." Don wickedly smiled as he began tickling Dolls ticklish arches and clit even faster now. "If you make them talk... I'll let you cum..." Doll's laughter became MANIACAL.

Off stage 2 TBI Interrogators were talking to each other. Eyes glued to the unfolding scene before them.

"Did you see what just happened there man"?

"NO WHAT DID MISS!???

"That toe ring Doll's wearing... He just pressed the diamond on it... The others rings will work with the new app Verizon created. Hers was the first one made so hers only works when the diamond is pressed. There's a needle inside the ring... and when it pierces the skin... it releases a drug into the system. Its like weed and alcohol combined. It impairs your judgement... but it also forces the person to become more turned on. It's like Viagra but it relaxes you. And the brain shuts down reasoning... and actually makes the person more sensitive by proxy. The person essentially becomes more aroused. And only focused on what their desires are. He's calling it "Tickle X". But... she seems... WAY MORE intense than normal. It lasts for up to 2 hours. It can be released daily through the app as long as you put in the persons social security number. And since it only requires a pin drop... the rings can last for up to a full year of use. AND it has a GPS locator... pretty good huh for just a little toe ring..."

"WOW..."

"So... "The Tickler's" going to brain wash everyone into loving Tickle Torture. And Turtelli Net will be the only site available for porn."

"He's an evil GENUIS"!

"Yes he IS. I'm FINALLY going to be able to tickle my wife..."

Don was becoming THRILLED. Doll was doing exactly as he had known she would. He skillfully tickled her foot and listened to her sweet amd crazed laughter... He loved hearing the sadism overtaking her. He hated to turn her over now to the TBI... but... this WAS a world wide broadcast... and he had to finish making his point. He turned around and with a wave the 2 TBI Interrogators from off camera came running. Don handed them his feathers. He whispered... "Whatever you do... DON'T let her cum..." They nodded to him in agreement. One sat in the chair and pulled out a bottle of oil. He rubbed it into her left foot quickly. Then renewed tickling her right foot with the feather, while tickling her other foot with his quick, tickling finger tips. The other TBI Interrogator crouched down and raised his feather back to Doll's pussy and began teasing her. Tickling at it... making her shudder with the need... the desire to cum to the tickling feather. She didn't notice Don suddenly beside her. He whispered into her ear... "Tickle them GOOD... they're EXTREMELY TICKLISH..." He caressed her cheek. She looked up at Don with her now glazed PINK cast of her eyes. She laughed wickedly as she returned her eyes solely on the feet in front of her. She had been turned into a tickling menace. THAT is who she really was in her sexual dreams. An unstoppable, tickling MONSTER.

Don was walking away from her now towards Vernon. Doll's nails hovered over their feet ready to tickle them MADLY. Her teeth were bared as she laughed hysterically. Her toes wiggled and flexed. All her senses on GO! Don took a feather from a TBI woman off camera and whispered something to her. As she walked away she pulled out another feather from her suit's breast pocket. She went over to April's side.

Don turned around and faced a horrified Vernon. Don laughed sadistically and said... "Well, well, well... what do we have here...? Oh I KNOW..." Don leaned in close to Vernon's ear so only he could hear him... "A RAT!"

He leaned back, twirling his feather between his fingers as he continued laughing evilly. Vernon wanted to pass out desperately. And his hard on was obvious. He could feel the heat and slight breeze of Doll's finger tips as they waved over his restrained, ticklish foot. She looked absolutely POSSESSED. April watched helplessly, knowing they and all of America were now in BIG TROUBLE.

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Part 7: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...18#post4602218

M/m, M/f. Sexual, Feet, Face Tickling. And a tiny bit of all over tickling.


On the outside Vernon was naked... hard... and shaking like a leaf. But on the inside... he was ready to have a MELT DOWN. He couldn't even look at Don with the rage he felt...

His knees felt numb... paralyzed from the position he was forced to hold. And his heart was beating a mile a minute from the fear that he would become MORE sexually excited. His nerves were practically reaching up into his neck and strangling him. And the more he was forced to kneel there.... the more his anger was slowly being directed onto himself.

The kidnapping alone was frightening enough. But NOW... to be naked... on his knees... in front of the ENTIRE WORLD!? He wanted to be sick from the overload of conflicting emotions.

The fact he couldn't make his hard on go away... he felt betrayed by his own body. He tried everything he could think of to make it go down. But Turtelli was just TOO loud... TOO invasive... TOO DOMINANT. And Vernon even had to agree with Don's observation of him. He FELT like a rat. And if he COULD escape... he would find the smallest, darkest, hole he could find... and never come out again. He tried to convey to the cameras HELP with his eyes. Wanting to scream... plead... even BEG Turtelli to at least let April go. But he knew... just KNEW that would NEVER HAPPEN.

Don's sadistic and calculating stare turned into a relaxed and yet obtuse expression. He softened... and he turned around to face the cameras. With a long, drawn out pause... he took a deep breath... exhaled... and reignited the show.

"Ladies & Gentleman... THIS man... and THAT WOMAN... wouldn't be HERE TONIGHT... if they weren't livin' in a FANTASY WORLD. Isn't it STRANGE how turned ON this guy is right now?"

"Just LOOK at how 2 people can become so CONSUMED with their fantasies! I am MORTIFIED that I share in the same fetish as THESE 2 PEOPLE! Well... more so THAT GUY. I make jokes but ah... if I didn't I WOULD CRY. I have LONG known about these 2... they are my STALKERS of the last, nearly 30 years of MY LIFE. Stalking me.. harassing me... using the public media against me. Absolutely DELUSIONAL!! DOLL EVEN FELL FOR IT! Are YOU America?? She's too trusting... THATS HER PROBLEM. Whats YOUR PROBLEM America? The evidence is staring you right IN THE FACE." Don looked back over his shoulder at Vernon. He gasped in mock horror.

"Exhibit A: LOOK AT HOW EXCITED HE IS! Does THAT SEEM SANE to YOU!? YES... Under MY ORDERS I had them brought here. And here his WIFE kneels... tied and held NAKED with a PERCEIVED KIDNAPPER. AND... HE'S HARD?? What kind of a MAN would be turned on when he and his wife COULD be in DANGER? HE'S A CON ARTIST! A FRAUD. A CRAZY, KINKY, DELUSIONAL, FREAK. A CHARLATAN! And it CERTAINLY EXPLAINS how his beautiful wife FELL for him... But that's just MY opinion I'm no therapist... I don't think I'm wrong though! In fact I KNOW I'm not wrong. AGAIN, Ladies and Gentleman, EXHIBIT A!!" Don turned and pointed directly at Vernon's hard on." Vernon cheeks turned crimson and trembled with anger.

"After all these years of CONSTANT HARASSMENT... YOU KNOW WHAT I'D REALLY LIKE TO DO TO HIM RIGHT NOW?? I'D LIKE TO BREAK HIS FUCKIN' NECK!! BUT I'M NOT A VIOLENT MAN! THAT'S NOT ME!! I am a PEACEFUL MAN. A LAW ABIDING MAN. AND NOW CONSEQUENTLY... A REVENGEFUL MAN."

"YES ladies and gentleman... there IS something WRONG with the justice system. And even if you DON'T believe me... UNDERSTAND THIS. I HAVE A FAMILY TO PROTECT. FRIENDS THAT I LOVE. How many of you out there have had a stalker... or been harassed? Was the law ACTUALLY on YOUR SIDE? WRITE ME AT TURTELLI.NET I WANT to KNOW YOUR STORIES. Because... IF THEY INTEND TO LIVE OUT THEIR DELUSIONS ON MY TIME SO FUCKING BADLY... AND AT MY EXPENSE? WELL... I'M GONNA LET THEM. BY ALLLL MEANS. BUT... MAKE NO MISTAKE: THIS IS ABOUT REVENGE NOW. AND OH YEAH... I AM GOING TO GET TURNED ON BY IT. EVERY. SINGLE. SECOND OF IT. WHY should I let THEM WIN. Then I WOULD CONTINUE BEING THE VICTIM. HA! NO MORE. AND BTW... CHECK OUT VERNON'S EROTIC TICKLING STORIES. PARTICULARLY "Under HIS Feather". The "villain" in THAT story sure sounds a LOT like me..." SANE? YOU BE THE JUDGE." Don turned back to Vernon and then April with pure contempt.

"REVENGE... it is SO MUCH MORE ENJOYABLE if you JUST TAKE YOUR TIME WITH IT... "

Meanwhile Doll was ready to strike at their feet with her long nails. She had been hovering over them just soaking them in. Staring... humping at the thought of tickling them. Her eyes glowed bright pink with pure chemical, HORNY, insanity. But... the need to cum was too overwhelming to her... Her torturers had stopped tickling her to let Don speak. Now that he had finished they could continue. And per Don's earlier orders they had put a ball gag on her so that Vernon and April's torment would be front and center. Not to distract the audience. She was beginning to drool as she waited. But finally... she couldn't wait any longer to begin. She lashed all of her nail's at April and Vernon's bare toes. She started flailing her fingers, giggling menacingly from underneath her gag.

Vernon's head snapped back. He quickly bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from reacting. He began making a noise that sounded like a low humming race car speeding away. He fought for control over his ticklishness. Don happily listened... and watched the exchange between them from a short distance. Vernon jerked his foot towards the left.... to the right... but Doll's fingers followed every movement like a puppy. Never too far behind. Meanwhile April was a wall of girly giggles. A rising and falling melody of sweet laughter. Doll changed direction over to their other feet trapped in the stocks near her. She started tickling under their toes... enjoying the look of then flinching and flexing. Vernon was biting his cheeks harder now to avoid giving them what they wanted. April just kept giggling unable to resist her ticklish onslaught.

Don's arms were tightly folded watching Vernon and April's suffering. His smile though could have reached both coasts of the country. Don bemusedly said. "Vernon? Aren't you ENJOYING having your feet tickled...? Isn't THIS what you've been DREAMING about? Your WIFE seems to be enjoying it... why aren't YOU...? Vernon would have lashed out screaming at him if he wasn't so busy trying to control his cheek muscles.

Doll wouldn't slow down. Her nails were wildly tickling at their feet... going back and forth... a new foot every few seconds. Like musical chairs. As April's giggling got louder and more consistent... Doll too was laughing under her gag. The TBI had renewed their feather and finger tickling of her clit and naked, bare feet. Doll moaned and laughed "Mmmmm...hmhmhmm hahaha... mmmhmhmhmhmhaha!"

Without forethought... she concentrated on both of Vernon's long arches. They were bigger... and more TICKLISH. He tried holding out from laughing but it was the worst struggle of his life.

Don stepped back up to Vernon... an inch or two taller over his kneeling prey. "So... you LIKE being tickled HUH...? And... you've been fantasizing about ME TICKLIN' YA HUH...?" HA hA haaaa... Isn't that... NICE. Can't blame ya THERE... you've got EXCELLENT TASTE... I'll give you THAT MUCH." Vernon looked as far away with his eyes as he possibly could. "Well... EXTREMELY.... TICKLISH... VERNON... You're gonna tell the WORLD... YOU LIED... and that your fantasies have ALL been in YOUR HEAD! It is YOU... and APRIL ... who are the REAL CRIMINALS HERE. Or.... WE will have ALL the TIME in the WORLD to figure this out... to HELP YOU... REVEAL your TRUE SELF... TOGETHER." Don slowly began lowering his feather down in the direction of Vernon's cock. Out of the corner of Vernon's eye he saw the feather being lowered... he panicked immediatley.

'NO NO NO HAHAHA PLEASE NO NO... DON'T DO THAT... DON'T TOUCH ME!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

His screams were high pitched and DESPERATE. He repinched his cheeks and lips.

"I'll do WHATEVER I WANT... and you CAN'T STOP ME... NOT that I think for one SECOND that you'd want me too... NOT REALLY.... RIIIIIIGHT...?" He lowered his feather lower and lower as slow as he possibly could make it. Vernon twisted at the waist, over and over. Don HATED it when people twisted around like that. It just made his fun harder to enjoy.

He turned around and walked off. Returning a minute later... he held a handful of metal chains. He methodically wrapped the chains once around his waist... and then around his thighs. Pulling on them tightly... he connected the links back to the stocks. Resulting in his waist, ass, and hips being pulled down and backwards. This made Vernon almost completely immobile. He snapped his fingers towards someone who then came running with a chair for Don to sit on. As Don sat down he said "Where were we Vernon... HMMM....?"

He slowly lowering the feather again, looking him dead in the eye as he did it. Don nodded his head for the 2 TBI standing near April to begin. One begin tickling her under her arms... while the other slowly began tickling her **** with a feather. Aprils laughter continued filling the room. Vernon though was still managing to hold out from completely unleashing his laughter. That is until Don took hold of the situation.

He put the tip of his feather straight onto the head of his cock. Only the bare edges of the tendrils began to slowly tickle at it. Don moved his feather so excruciatingly slow... Vernon eyes tore wide open in horror. He accidentally giggled. He re bit his cheeks... but the insides of his mouth hurt too much to keep biting now so he had to let go of them. He sucked them in instead and pursed his lips. It was his only defense left. Don just moved the top of the tendrils up and down the head. One tiny section at a time. They delicately slid and tickled at his skin. With every, tiny little space he stroked and tickled at, he said... "Kitchy kitchy COO..." With a rising smile he continues on intently. "Kitchy... kitchy... COO..." Vernon's entire body tightened.. his face and chin wildly trembling... Combined with the nails of Doll tickling at his bare feet... He was about to lose control.... He shook his head wildly... begging the universe silently to make him pass out...

Don repeated his words... "Oh Veeernnnoon... kitchy... KITCHY... COO .... KITCHY... KITCHY.. COO...."

Vernon was shaking madly. His feet and cock was HYPER ticklish....His cock pulsed from the feather tickling. He coulden't move himself out of the way. Not even slightly. And Doll was now pulling his toes tautly back to tickle against the stems and base... Vernon's chest needed desperatly to let go and get some fresh air. Finally he couldn't hold back... He felt the tendrils tickle the head more and more... His toes were being forced to wiggle.... and his lungs couldn't hold onto the laughter he kept pushing deeper and deeper inside of him. His cock and feet were just TOO ticklish...
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"NNOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAH HHAHH HHANOOOOAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAA AAHAHAHAHAHH
HAHAH!!!! OH GAWD OH OGAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!

"MMMMMM... now that's what I like to hear.... KITCHY KITCHY COO VERNON.. YOU can TALK WHENEVER YOU"RE READY... OR KEEP LAUGHING... DON'T be AFRAID... Isn't THIS what dreams are made of? HOW YA DOIN' BACK THERE DOLLY?"

Doll was in the throws of heated tickle lust. This game of musical footie chairs was SO FUN!!!! And NOW being so completely focused on Vernon's big, and wildly ticklish feet... She was losing all control over her hands and mind. Her torment was getting her unbelievably close to cumming. HEHEHEHE HAHA WOOOOONDEEEEERFUL CAPTAIN MmmmmHMHMHMMHAHAA...!!!!!"

"Gooood Doll... DON'T STOP..." He looked straight back into Vernon's eyes who was actually staring back at him. Vernon closed his eyes immedietly realizing what he was doing. "That's OK Vernon... you can WATCH ME... I DON'T MIND... JUST WATCH AS I TICKLE YOU RIGHT OVER THE EDGE OF YOUR SANITY... You'll have to BEG ME to make you cum.... It might take you DAYS... maybe WEEKS of begging ME to let YOU cum. I'M NOT YOUR WIFE... I'M YOUR MASTER..." Don said with an evil smile.

His fantasies of DON were now being broadcast for the entire world... And unfortunately for poor Vernon...it was getting him closer and closer to the edge of cumming. But he HAD to fight it off... "Oh no..." he thought. "It was too late... the orgasm was getting too close. If Don realized he was getting closer to cumming.. he was going to make him admit to things that just weren't true. Well.... most things weren't true. But some were..." Vernon helplessly watched the feather tickle the underside of the head of his cock... He was laughing hysterically now... losing the focus to think anymore.

Doll was having such a good time... but out of nowhere she pushed away the feather. She started tickling at her clit with her finger tip. As she tickled Vernon's wiggling toes and arches... her breathing rose higher and higher. She scrabbled madly tickling him all over his ticklish foot. And suddenly... she CAME. In less than just 20 seconds. A loud moan drowned out April's giggling and almost all of Vernon's hysterical laughter. She laughed joyfully FINALLY having cum. Everyone cocked their heads or turned around. Except for Vernon. But his ears perked up. Don was enjoying the show so much he didn't realize in time what was happening. But before he could even open his mouth it was too late. His mouth DROPPED as he heard the last of her orgasm take hold. He got up FAST.

As the tickling slowed.... so did Vernon's laughter. Doll's laughing relaxed as well. She opened her eyes again slowly... her eyes were losing their glow... like slowly, dying flashlights. Her breathing slowed down. Her eyes began to close and she started to fall forward. But Don was there to catch her. She passed out in his arms. As he held her against his body he took out his phone and looked at the time. 2:45am. There was no way, and no reason to wake her back up now. "Tickle X's" effects were over.

"FUCK." Don shook his head and looked angrily upon the 2 TBI who had been tickling Doll. "I'LL DEAL with YOU TWO LATER. Take her and put her on the couch in the next room. And STAY WITH HER. Anything happens to her... you AIN'T gettin' tickled... BELIEVE ME..."

Don let go of Doll gently as the nervous TBI members took her out of her restraints. "Try to wake her up in an hour." He was very irritated and angry. "But... the show MUST GO ON!"

Don turned around and walked back to the front. He stared back at Vernon. He was GOING to stay AS IS. Things happen for a reason... better to hold back a little now anyway... to keep the intensity of Vernon's anxiety and ticklishness rising. He may have won THIS round... but he certainly wasn't winning this next one. He gave him a final smile... and turned his head slowly to rest his eyes onto April.

Don walked over to her like the smooth criminal that he was. Calm... shoulders back...relaxed. He kept his eyes on her as he shooed away the TBI from her. When he reached her....like a snake, he slowly coiled one arm around her waist. He glanced back at Vernon to watch his anger rise. Don just looked back down at April, and forced her face to him. He planted a kiss on her. Vernon began to scream his rage. "YOU SON OF A B..." But his mouth was quickly covered by a TBI's hand and duct taped. April jerked her head away out of his grasp. Don took her icily by the chin and brought her face straight back to him. He held on with the vice like grip of his hand.. taking back his feather from the side pocket of his tux. Don focused her attention completely onto him with his eyes. He raised the feather over her face and began slowly tracing the tip across her forehead. He lowered the tip downwards and traced along her eyebrow... dipping his feather in... Invading the golden hairs... Trailing low underneath the eyebrow... making the tiny hairs ripple... Then he pushed the feather tip further down... painstakingly slow... all the way across her temple.

April couldn't believe her FACE was TICKLISH! She tried to move her head away from him, but her jaw and chin were trapped in his concrete grasp. The feather itched and tickled horribly as he scaled back and tickled each eyelid carefully... slowly... erotically. Touching and tracing the hoods over her eyes. Her eyelids twitched and spasmed. When she closed them... that just gave him more room to work with. The act was so gentle... and yet completely unnerving. And somehow... it was the most sinister... and the most SEDUCTIVE form of tickle torture April had experienced to date. He wiggled the tip of his feather faster over her entire eyelid when he wanted her to reopen them. He made the intentional movements to work to his advantage. He had mastered each and every reflex of the body. Every single thing it could ever possibly do.

He gently dragged the tip over the bridge of her nose... and down across her cheek. All the way back over the outer top edge of her ear. A chill ran down her ear and up her spine forcing her to shiver throughout her entire body. He leaned in even closer when he began to trace the edges of her lips. All the way around her mouth.

She was too petrified to laugh out loud. Or more so TOO in AWE. All she could do was make long, whimpering, giggling sounds. He was absolutely finite in his focus on making her suffer.

As he finished his long, slow trek around her mouth...he curved the feather up onto her bottom lip. He began tracing the line and creases. He turned the feather sideways to get the tip right into each delicate line... perfectly. Her lips tickled and tingled. He traced upwards.. into every single, tiny line in her lips. For some of the creases he let the feather go back down... and then back up... prolonging the tickling sensation over every indent. April shuddered against him. He smiled cooly... then he started on the top lip... readjusting his hand.

April could feel his hard on against her bent leg. She looked on...seeing him watch his own feather tickling her... and then refocus back onto her eyes. Every time his eyes looked back into hers... it was like she was seeing the collected broken souls of time. Centuries of tickling spun into 2 full, grey globes moving around the white skies of his unblinking eyes. The tiny red blood cells at the corners seemed to represent the fractured sanity of his victims... the broken minds... stolen and trapped for his memories. Always seeing them... always tickling them. A long line of agony came long before him... and long after. April became hypnotized by them. She felt for those victims... but right now she felt... almost lucky to be one. Don felt the change come over her... and moved his gloved hand down between her legs. "DON'T MOVE..." He let go of her face. April eyes widened but stayed completely still. He sighed in the deeply intense, sexual fog they both found themselves in together. But he never lost contact with her eyes.

He lightly moved his fingers gently over her pussy. Trailing his gloved finger tips over her bare ****. Don continued moving his feather over her pink, trembling lips. And soon..he moved just one, gloved finger slowly up over her clit. He stroked lightly... downwards over the hood. Extremely lightly. Tickling her... but just enough pressure to excite her. And down along it's warm sides. Don moved his feather vertically across her lips. April began to shake... she was already getting close to cumming. The previous feather tickling she had gone through by the TBI had been her warm up. Her chest was moving up and down faster as her legs began to tighten.

"Tell me... that your sorry April... and you can cum by MY hand. I WANT you to cum to me..." He moved his finger a little faster... tickling at her clit gently with a slow beating rhythm. His eyes shot through hers and pulled them completely back into his. She could feel the pull... getting closer and closer... lost in the grey, smoldering world of his eyes. He began wiggling both his feather against the middle of her bottom lip... and his finger deeper onto her clit... both in unison. She couldn't help herself... she was going to let herself lose control... just this once...

He whispered darkly... "Say it April... Or I'll stop... you know you can't stop how ticklish your clit is... just 2 words... and I'll tickle your clit until you cum..." She moaned in sexual shock as he brought her right to the edge. Her eyes were trapped by his. And the feather... it felt electric on her face... Her lips felt naked... ticklish... pouting slaves to him. She had never felt anything like it. The tickling of her clit was getting her so close... He slowed down his gloved finger tip... keeping her on the edge. He KNEW she was THERE.

"I'm mmmm... ahhhh.. I'mmm" ahhh ... ahhhh... I'm..." She was shaking immensely.

His finger went just a little faster... the more he focused his feather to the middle of lips... "It's just you and me now April... tell ME your sorry... and I'll believe you... I'll let you cum... Tickle...."

"Ahhh...ahhh... I'm..."

"Tickle..."

"I'm sss... Ahhhh.... I'm....

"I own this orgasm... I'm gonna take it from you... you NEED to cum... and you love my feather tickling your lips... Tell me your sorry... and it's all mine. Give it to ME. Tickle... tickle..." April shuddered as she felt the orgasm right there. Ready to melt all over his soft glove.

"I'm... I"M... uhhhhhhh"...

"That's right.... let me tickle it out of your body... YOU... tickle tickle... ARE... TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE...."

"Ahhh ahhhh AHHHHH I'mmmmm .. I'M... SORRY!!!!!"

'TICKLE ...TICKLE....TICKLE....TIIIIIIICKLE..."

He stroked his finger wildly at her clit...and continued whispering... "Tickle tickle tickle... as she came HARD over his tickling, warm glove. He kept tracing over her mouth with his feather until she was spent. He reached up, pulled her lips to his own and kissed her passionately. And she kissed him BACK. When he released her...Don slowly turned his head around to face Vernon. He replaced his sadistic smile back onto his face. He reached back for the duct tape... "GOOD GIRL... Thank you my darling April... Thank you VERY, VEEEEERY MUCH." He taped her mouth closed again. Facing the camera, he moved his arm towards her and exclaimed "EXHIBIT B." Behind him, her eyes lit up with shock. And just as immediately... lost the light behind them. They wavered in sadness and humiliation. She had let herself be tricked. The WORST KIND OF TRICK... She had left herself be SEDUCED.

Vernon felt like he had been hit by a brick wall. He no longer raged... he was too unbelievably hurt. His hard on never conveyed those feelings though. He stayed hard.

"What's the matter Vernon... JEALOUS?" Don's smile turned venomous. He looked away from Vernon... then back at April. He raised his feather and gave her hardening nipples a slow circling each. He leaned over and kissed her taped lips. Then he leaned in and whispered in her ear..." I KNEW you liked it when I tickled you years ago... I could hear it in your voice... I just wish I hadn't had blindfolded you... so that I could have seen your EYES. But NOW that I HAVE... it was WORTH THE WAIT." He gave her clit a fast tickle forcing her to laugh and squirm. "And I'm not even DONE YET."

He looked at the cameras and said. "Ladies and Gentleman...I'm gonna go take a 30 minute break... And have a WELL EARNED cigar. In the meantime... check out some of the FIRST home made videos we have received... hahaha...they're HOT!"

He smiled and walked off.

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Part 8: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...19#post4602219

President Don looked at his watch. 4 am. He hoped people were still watching as he took his time taking the long walk back down the stairs, rather than taking the elevator. When he reached his limo he hopped inside with a literal hop. He told one of his Secret Service to leave his car door open.... The early morning hours of fall were becoming colder now and he wanted to just enjoy it. Especially after all of the heated fun upstairs. He turned off the interior lighting and sat back... unable to stop chuckling.

Pulling out one of his cigars he cut the end off quickly and lit it up with his sterling silver, torch lighter. Then he reached inside his jacket for his phone and started to pull up his next playlist. But... Don was in such a good mood... he decided to look for the song that had been playing inside his head all day. He wondered what the TMF thought of the "Midnight Special" so far. He searched on You tube and found it.





Don laughed as hard as he ever had as it played out. He'd have to share this with the TMF to give em all a good laugh. This was a quirky, but true representation of what America would look like soon. When it was over he pulled up the TMF site and continued puffing on his cigar. He looked through his new messages. "Ah good good good... Mr. Cool and everyone here has received their suits... Brava, brava." He opened his inbox and saw message after message of excitement and wonder. Everyone there was BEYOND HAPPY at the commencement of his new world order. But... one post floated across his eyes that made his mood turn upside down.

"Your goons may have chased me out of my home, but the resistance lives on! Not going as easily as you thought, eh, Turtelli? Vernon and April are martyrs for the cause now...

Put up all the amazing tickle footage you want! People will still resist your control and manipulation!"

-dude123


"THIS GUY is STILL runnin' around??" Don said angrily. He threw his phone across the limo. His fists balled up as his jaw tightened. The word "Martyrs" pierced his mind like a sharp knife. A BACK STABBING KNIFE. But... the more he thought about it... the more his smile reappeared. Cash. Merchandising could very well turn quite a profit. "Team April and Vernon" t- shirts. "Team Turtelli." He laughed to himself coldly. Even torture... could be profitable.

He got up from his seat and retrieved his phone. He wrote a fairly short text to Pauly, telling him to look up merchandising costs. Explaining his new idea... And then went back to the TMF to shoot off a personal mail to dude123. Don felt his anger resurface as he began to type.

"Oh YEAH?! BY ALL MEANS...!!!!! I AGREE WITCHA.... they WILL be MARTYRS for your LITTLE cause... And so will YOU soon enough. Course no one will rememba ya being stuffed so far down into my jail... Ha ha ha... Hope your still tuned in to the show... cause NOW I'm gonna make SURE they live up to the WORD MARTYR."

-President Don Turtelli

He sent off the mail angrily and shut down the TMF site entirely. He sat back for a moment and then brought up You Tube again. Don searched his mind until he found the right song. He looked at the time and realized he needed to head back inside soon. But first... he needed to get back into the mood... less angry... more controlled. Leonard Cohen always brought him back to the place he thrived in.


"Gimme absolute control...
Over every living soul.
And lie beside me baby...
That's an order..."

"When they said... repent...
I wonder what they meant?"

"Yeah... there's gonna be a LOTTA that goin' on soon..." Don thought darkly to himself. He blew out a long trail of grey smoke as he thought about what he was going to do next. He listened with just one ear open now as his mind wandered... going in and out catching phrases here and there.

"You don't know me from the wind
You never will, you never did..."

"I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
But love's the only engine of survival..."

"And now the wheels of heaven stop
You feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future..."

Like poison, his sadism kicked up... through his veins and throughout his mind. He didn't quite like what he was thinking... But... THIS... WAS BUSINESS. And business... was GOOD. AND PROFITABLE. Very... VERY PROFITABLE. So... was SEX. And TORTURE. The previous Governments throughout history had proved that extensively. It's just time for a President who was honest about it. And willing to let the people taste it for themselves.

When the song was finished... he stepped back outside the limo and dropped the remnants of his cigar to the ground. He didn't bother to crush it as someone else certainly would. As he walked back upstairs... his mind continued to churn. His thoughts became darker... and DARKER. "Martyrs huh...?" His eyes became devoid of any warmth or joy he had just minutes ago. "Alright... I'll end this show with a REAL BANG."

Soon he was standing over Doll watching her sleep. Only a slight twitch of his eyes moved. He made a hand gesture toward the TBI Interrogator to come over. After the short stride across the room... the man only had to wait for a moment for his instructions. Don peeled his eyes off of Doll and leaned in close to him. Speaking quietly as to not wake her up. They spoke for a good 10 minutes. Then, the TBI turned around and picked up Doll gently. Carefully he turned around and kept his eyes lowered as he walked past Don out of the room. Meanwhile Don had already turned his back and was making himself a glass of Scotch from the mini bar that had been set up. Glass in hand, he started walking back over to the main torture room.

Doll was being tied down to a large, black table that had been placed in the center of the room. Though she was still asleep... the restraints were still necessary. And so was a little bit of duct tape for her mouth... just in case.

When the TBI Man finished strapping her down... He and a few others moved on to Vernon and began to untie him. Vernon looked over at April questioningly. Aprils eyes lit up with pained concern. As Vernon's wrists were untied they fell and slapped down to his sides. They were numb from the length of time they had been raised over his head. He rolled his shoulders to get his circulation running again as fast as could. The TBI hurriedly took the waist and thigh chains off of him. And let his ankles loose from the stocks. They stood him up... but his legs gave... causing him to fall to the ground. The TBI laughed at him and just picked him up under his arms... dragging him over to the wooden table. All 3 Men picked him up and placed his naked body on top of Doll. They fashioned him in the same spread eagle position... but facing down on top of her. Quickly they placed his connecting restraint hooks back onto his ankles and wrists. Soon... he was bonded to the table... and... Doll. His circulation was still taking time to flow again.... causing him to lay flat on top of her. Though she didn't stir, he stopped trying for better circulation.

President Don walked over to his large, leather chair behind the stocks and rolled it along himself. Standing tall as he walked... he placed the chair at the head of the table. Only moving his eyes... he looked around to make sure the cameras were recording. He sat down then, letting his eyes fall slowly onto Vernon. Sitting forward, he put his hands on his knees, bending his elbows out. Don cocked his head as he began to speak to him... sternly.

"Vernon... you've got just 20 SECONDS to come clean about EVERYTHING you've done. And APRIL has DONE... OR... your tickle torture begins AGAIN. And THIS TIME... YOU'RE GONNA CONFESS." He waited to continue as his eyes lifted to watch 3 TBI members surround him. 2 females and one man. One by his waist... and 2 at his feet. All holding their long, white feathers.

Vernon managed to finally get up onto his elbows just as the woman closest to his upper body removed the duct tape from his mouth. He gritted his teeth as his mouth trembled. "FUCK YOU!!!" Vernon spat angrily at Don. His neck elongated, facial veins popping... But... he swallowed nervously down his dry throat. "NOT QUITE." Don said. The smallest trace of a smile appeared. "BEGIN".

The TBI sat down in folding chairs in front of his restrained ankles. Each one began tickling at his heels and toes. Vernon looked down at Dolls sleeping face and bit down on the inside his cheeks again. Able now to hold onto them for at least the time being. They were sore... but had been given enough time to recover slightly. But... oh no... he felt... a feather.... tickling... his balls. It forced him to let go of his cheeks and he crumbled into laughter. He tried to close his legs but to no avail. And his hard on was still as present as ever. It lay against Doll's pussy. All of the moving was making him rub against her.

The woman tickled at his balls... and then began softly tickling down the shaft of his cock. He tried to snuggle himself into the folds of Doll's warm pussy lips. But his ticklish arches were now the focus of being stroked and tickled. It forced his laughter to become louder. He tried to wiggle his hips and ass away from the tickling... but the woman nearest to him just kept finding new places to tickle. On and around his manhood. The more he moved around the more he became petrified he would wake up Doll. But her wrists were restrained... so he relaxed away from that thought.

Vernon had been turned on now for SO LONG... he found himself staring at the passed out woman. Fully realizing what they were going to make him do, he tried to look up at April but he squeezed his eyes shut instead as the tickling intensified. Every direction he tried to move the feather just tickled at his cock... his inner thighs... over and under. Pokes and little, tickling, wiggles of the tip of the feather between his legs. Vernon felt like he was going to lose his mind already. His cock became harder, and his balls tighter as if they were fixing to cum from the constant, tickling sensations. His nerve endings were unbelievably ticklish now. He was going to begin yelling his laughter out soon. Right in front of the very relaxed, but seemingly unaffected, Don Turtelli.

"AHAHAAAA!!! I WON'T I WAHAHAHAHA NO NO NAAAAAAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!"

It was only then... with little forethought... he raised his hips and pushed himself inside of Doll. He wanted only to hide his cock from the constant tickling. And he realized then that he just made a HUGE mistake. He felt like he had just entered Heaven as the warmth and wetness melted over his cock. In her sleep, Doll suddenly tightened up her vagina muscles around the sudden intrusion. It made Vernon's entire body shiver with blissful, sexual excitement. If she kept doing that... that ALONE would make him cum. "Mmmmm... WAIT! NO! He began to pull out but was pushed back down with one hand by a giant of a TBI man. 2 more TBI came up to the table with Don's chains. They placed them over his back and waist. And chained his thighs to the table. Locking all of the chains down underneath the table. He could still move his back and hips... but he couldn't pull out all the way. He tested the chains further... slowly. But only moving his hips side to side. It caused his cock to move inside Doll. It bathed in the hot wetness of her earlier orgasm. He groaned as he felt his cock spasm and throb from the unintentional luxury. Her pussy tightened yet again. The nerves on his cock were telling him in no uncertain terms... if he kept moving... or if he were pressed and squeezed over and over like this... he would cum.

His mind then flashed like an emergency flare that what he was doing was WRONG. And he just shouldn't move an INCH more. Not even a millimeter. No matter WHAT was done to him. Because if he thrust just a few times more.. or moved wrong... or Doll tightened up... it would be over. But his cock itself knew it was going to cum... with or without his consent. And with that continuous, sensitive, pulsing signal.... Vernon began to SCREAM like a mad man.

OKAAAY!!!! hahaHA!!!! OKAAAY!!!! Hehehaha I'LL CONFESS!! AHAHAHAAAAA!!!!

Don held his hand up for the tickling to cease. He clasped his hands, watched... and waited patiently for Vernon to begin. As Vernon's laughter slowed down... he began to speak with giggly, shallow gasps. He was trembling from being so ticklish... and so unbelievably, sexually excited. Even the trembling was bringing him closer.

"I hehehe... I DID THIS!!! IT WAS ALL ME!!! I... I... STALKED you... I wanted a STORY... even a... a... a FAKE one... I even dragged April into it! I... I BECAME... OBSESSED. I IMAGINED what it would be like... to be tied up. And... TICKLED... by you! And I... I... made it ALL UP!! I'm... I'm... CRAZY. But April DIDN'T KNOW!!! She DIDN'T have a choice!!! In those days I actually wanted her to get FIRED!!! I'm... I'M SORRY!!!! APRIL I'M SO SORRY!!!' He started to sob. But immediately caught and stopped himself. The sudden heaving and crying just brought him a little closer to the edge. His body continued shaking... causing his cock to vibrate a little. The warm walls around him hugged at his cock again. "Oh no..." Vernon's facial features were turning into compressed putty the more he became helpless and tortured his own body.

"YESSS... THANK YOU Vernon... Your HONESTY is LONG OVERDUE. I WAITED a LONG TIME TO HEAR THAT. And... Well... what can I say huh? Except... I HOPE... April DIVORCES YOU". Don looked coldly into Vernon's eyes with a fixed smile and a fly away nod of his head saying simply:

"CONTINUE".

Vernon's mouth dropped and be began to sputter. "Oh please Don... no.. not that...don't tickle me anymore... don't make me cum... please... PLEASE... NO!"

The feathers began tickling at him again... slowly tickling at Vernon's arches and full, tight balls. This time there was no saving him from his fate. He moaned at first feeling the feathers tickle at his feet. But quickly resumed laughing. HARD.

"AHAHAHA!!! NOAHAHAHAHA!!!! AHHHHAHAHA!!!!!!! OH PLEASE OH PLEAAAASE NO MAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Vernon tried scrunching his toes but having his balls feathered and tickled so acutely SHOCKED his body and made him push himself up onto his tippy toes. His feet became taut and extremely open to more tickling. But he was able to kneel on his knees now... trying desperately to not start rocking his hips back and forth. Just the little bend in his legs made him assume he had more control. But he didn't. He had only made himself even more vulnerable to be tickled. He looked up and over at April through glazed and terrified eyes. Her eyes returned his with sadness. She shook her head. Finally she just closed her eyes and turned away.

Vernon now was violently shaking DESPERATE in his bid not to cum. To keep fighting off the urge to start rocking and let go. His heels moved and swayed a half inch side to side... but held steady on his planted toes. He was used to enjoying being tickled by April... so his feet remained in position of their own accord. His toes were spread wide too. So... the TBI's feathers soon invaded them... toe by toe. Tickling all along the insides of each one. Wiggling, tickling, and tracing. All he could do was laugh. And try to hold himself still. But... the laughter... the slight swaying of his feet... BREATHING... GASPING... TREMBLING... were all moving him closer and closer towards to the final walk off the cliff.

Don spoke up again, enjoying the show thoroughly... even though he wasn't showing it. He rested his chin onto his hand. "Let's just SEE how much LONGER our friend here can resist the TEMPTATION. I don't think he can...I say he has about... oh.... 60 SECONDS left." Doll meanwhile... somehow STILL remained passed out. Don let a shadow of a grin form. He decided to push along Vernon's mental torture... "Tickle... tickle... TICKLE..."

Vernon thought to himself "OH NO NO NO... NOT THOSE WORDS AGAIN..." In unison he felt the stiff feathers tickle his orgasm closer through his feet. The tendrils were stiff enough, and soft enough to drive him crazy. His body automatically pushed him forward into Doll. "Oh God da..." His thought was cut short by the intense tickling.

"HEHEHEHAHAHAAAA!!!!!"

"Kitchy kitchy coo.... tickle tickle tickle.... "Don kept repeating the words slowly and deliberately. He took out his feather and waved it around in front of Vernon's eyes. "Tickle tickle tickle..."

Vernon watched Don's mouth and felt his hips move forward again. Forcing him to push himself deeper into Doll. It was like his body was now on auto pilot. He just couldn't stop himself. But he managed to again.. for just a moment. Then he heard Don speak again... taunting him with "Kitchy.... kitchy... coo... What's the matter Vernon? Are you very, VERY... TICKLISH...?" Don continued waving his feather at him like a hypnotic metronome. Provoking him to straight to orgasm. Finally Vernon screamed "AHAhAHA... YOUR... haHAhaHAHA HURTING HEHAHAAa APRIL!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!

Don dropped his smile and just looked him dead him in the eyes and said "No Vernon... YOU ARE."

Don reclaimed the rising sneer and resumed waving his feather back and forth... shaking it... even wiggling it in his direction. His pupils became pinned like a snake. And his feather was the deadly rattler.

"Vernon gets SO turned on by his BARE... TICKLISH... FEET being TICKLED. He's WILLING to FUCK... A STRANGER. A PASSED OUT... RESTRAINED... STRANGER. WOW VERNON... I had NO IDEA you were THIS CRAZY. It's a good thing I'm President now huh? Tickle... tickle... tickle... kitchy... KITCHY... KITCHY!"

Vernon's stomach compressed into a pained and large wince. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his head down... unable to even look in April's direction. He then made one last attempt to try and stop his hips from thrusting. But Don just kept invading his ears with the tickling words... and the TBI's feathers kept tickling at his feet... and now the base of his cock. The area that hadn't yet slid deeper into Doll. Gliding and tickling the circular appendage His orgasm was growing... getting closer and closer. He wanted to fight it off SO BADLY. But the feathers tickling his feet suddenly moved away from his arches right to the large circular mounds under his big toes. In unison. The TBI were now watching each others feather movements and were mimicking each other. As he laughed he began to moan. Don raised his eyebrow and smiled. He just kept on... "On the verge of cumming Vernon? Is it because..."

Vernon's mind raged and tried to block him out silently. "Don't say it... please don't say it... PLEASE NO!! DON'T SAY IT!!!"

"Your BARE... RESTRAINED... FEET..."

"MMMMM ahhhh... OH NO...oh no... NO... NO..."

"Are VERY...."

NO! OH NO!! PLEASE!!! DON'T MAKE ME!!! OH NO!!!!!

"VERY...
EXTREMELY...."

Vernon's hips began moving as slow as possible but the orgasm was fixing to burst. Vernon shook his head widely for Don to stop talking...

"TIC... KLE... ISH...?

Vernon's orgasm exploded inside of Doll. He shook violently as he experienced the best and most intense orgasm of his LIFE. He thrust his hips all the way forward into Doll. Like an animal, he kept pushing himself forward. Twisting his hips and circling his waist around and around. All of the tickling feathers kept going and going as he came. His orgasm went on... and on... and on..."

But soon... his orgasm began to subside... The feathers only then came to a stop. Don looked up at the cameras and folded his arms. With pure anger through gritted teeth he said: "Exhibit C".

Don got up then and walked up closely to the cameras. "Ladies and Gentleman... I hope you now have a FULL understanding of why revenge like this can be so... EYE opening. And NECESSARY. See... Vernon's confession NEEDED this kind of torture to make him confess. I don't know how April feels... but don't you think she DESERVED to hear all that? And ME?! I'm not trying to be the judge of humanity per say... but I am gonna dictate how justice CAN and WILL be served from now on. Tomorrow I will let Vernon and April go back to their lives. Hopefully as better people. And if not... and I HEAR ABOUT IT? Well... my jail awaits them with open arms. But... it should and needs to be said. I FORGIVE THEM. I hope you understand my intentions now. There's 2 sides to every feather... one side can scratch you... causing you to bleed... The other side... the soft tip... Well... Its the longer way but the more EFFECTIVE way to get results. TICKLING. And I hope I have your FULL cooperation America. This is going to be as easy... or as HARD as you make it for yourselves. I hope you enjoyed watching tonight... and feel more RELAXED about this issue. Please upload your videos by Friday... and you will receive a gift from me. One that you are required to wear. Trust me though... it's a GIFT. More information to follow after the end of this live stream. GOOD NIGHT AMERICA!!!! He blew a kiss to the camera facing him straight on and took multiple long bows to the other cameras. When the cameras turned off... he walked back over in front of Vernon and sat back down.

"I got one more PRIVATE SHOW. Just... for YOU." He pointed to the TBI. They hurriedly went over to April. But before they untied her... they placed a toe ring onto her foot. Then they quickly picked her up, and brought her over to Don. He stared sadistically into Vernon's eyes as he began to undo his belt. Every movement was followed with a pause. Vernon eyes shook and widened with renewed, rising rage. His fingernails started scraping heavily at the wooden table. He began catching splinters... but he didn't even notice.

April was placed on top of Dons lap facing Vernon. Tears were streaming from her eyes from what she had just witnessed. She had opened them just as he came inside of Doll. It was almost too much to bear. Seeing him so ravenous in his desire to cum. April tried to struggle against the TBI's grasp.. She just couldn't take any more of this! But she was weak... her circulation numb, her muscles limp with fatigue. The TBI easily placed her down onto Don. Her wrists were handcuffed in front of her. Don had taken off his tux jacket and was holding now 2 feathers and his phone. Vernon watched helplessly as April continued crying, forced to kneel over Don's lap. Her legs forced wide open. He started typing something into the phone. Then he dropped it on his suit jacket, onto the floor. With a snap of his fingers... Vernon's duct tape was replaced. And Don carefully sat forward and removed Aprils tape.

April wanted to just cry herself to sleep. As the tape was removed... she wanted to SCREAM at Vernon. She thought "How can I ever even LOOK at you again! You just fu..." But her thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the worst chill April had ever experienced. It shot up her spine. Her head jerked back and straight towards the ceiling. Her wrists pulled away from each other... and yanked against the handcuffs tautly. Goosebumps covered her body... and her nipples hardened. She noticed a mirror on the ceiling... watching her own eyes began to glow bright pink... just as Doll's had. And all she could think was: "How pretty..." Don tipped his head up to see the change come over April in the mirror's reflection. Then he leaned towards the right side of this chair and smiled evilly at Vernon through the triangle of Aprils's cuffed arm. Vernon screamed underneath his gag. A Service Service Agent came over and held his nose shut until he lost all of his air. Letting go of him 10 seconds later... Vernon sucked in air. But once he had gotten enough.... He hadn't lose his rage... he just quieted down.

Don lifted his white feathers up and dipped them down in the directions of Aprils naked feet. "Laugh for me April... I just LOVE hearing you LAUGH." He lowered his feathers against her toes and began slowly wiggling then all across the ticklish padding. Aprils mouth began to widen back into a smile. She started to giggle. "That's right honey... just laugh for me... tickle tickle sweetheart... tickle tickle... hahaha..." He tickled her toes back and forth... until he reached around her waist with one hand and lowered the feather onto her clit. He stroked at it slowly causing April to gasp but continued laughing as her toes on her left foot were tread upon.

In response then... April raised her wrists up over her and placed them behind her head. A giving, submissive position. Who she was deep down... was a slave. Powerful, steadfast journalist by day. A submissive, sex slut by night. With very minimal, Dominant tendencies. She wasn't really a switch at all. That was mainly for Vernon. And thanks to Vernon... she got off on being tickled now. But.... under someones control is what she wanted. 24 hours a day. She looked back up at the ceiling and watched her own tickle torture begin in the mirror above them. Through glowing eyes she watched the feathers tickle her feet under Don's skilled, gloved hands. She couldn't help but notice his huge cock was out... and HARD. She swooned and covered her giggling lips. Don looked up into the ceiling's mirror and smiled back at her. He continued watching her as he laid down the feathers and took off his gloves. He looked back down, leaned over to the side and threw one of his gloves hitting Vernon square in the face. He laughed cruelly as Vernon boiled over with anger.

Don then lifted April up by her waist, and stood his cock straight up. With a gentle pull of her shoulder he pushed her down onto him. He moaned with the feel of her surrounding him. Then he continued tickling at her toes with both feathers. Tickling her over the entire length of her feet. Back and forth from her toes to her heels. Don thought to himself that NOW was the perfect opportunity to test the last aspect of the toe rings chemical power on April. Hypnosis.... and the power of suggestion.

"Who owns you now April....?"

With her giggling, April rose her body up... and slide back down his cock. "Vernon..."

"No April... I do."

"No... hehehe... Vernon is my Master."

"Not anymore April... he has given ownership of you over to ME. I am your Master now... but you may call me Captain."

"OH....Yes? OK... hehehe! YES CAPTAIN hehehehe."

"And... you are no longer Vernon's Dominant. It makes you feel SICK to think of tickling him..."

"It does... I don't want to be in control all the time. A deep frown came over April's face. "But I DO love tickling Vernon..." She slid up and down onto Don.

"Not anymore April. He doesn't WANT YOU to tickle him anymore. He wants ME to. Understand?"

"Yes... Vernon doesn't want me to tickle him anymore... He he HA HA... Only YOU Captain". Her frown began to raise back into a smile. She continued looking at Don from the reflection of the mirror. She began moving up and down faster. Don groaned his approval. He closed his eyes.

"And what can I do to you April...?

"Hehehe ANYTHING Captain..."

"Even tickle you... whenever I want?"

"Oh YES Captain! HAHAHAHA HEHEHE"

"So... are you my tickle slave April...?

"YES."

"FOREVER...?"

"YES... hehehe!!" FOREVER!!!EEEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA MMMM... HEHEHEHEHAHA!!

"And if I told you to leave Vernon... would you?"

April looked down at Vernon... "Leaheheve Vernon...?" She thought to herself. Don tickled his feathers wildly at her arches... She burst out laughing harder. "No... he's HAHAHA my HAHAHEHEHE husband".

"Oh that's alright April. I know you won't leave him. But when I call for you... you WILL drop EVERYTHING...even HIM... to come straight TO ME... WON'T YOU?"

"Yes Captain heheheHAHA!!!"

"In fact... EVERY TIME Vernon tickles you... you're going to see MY FACE. Riiiiight April? He wiggled his feathers against her ticklish arches... bringing her closer to cumming. He could feel her begin to tighten around his cock. Her warm juices were flowing down.

"HEHAHA... Mmmmm YES CAPTAIN. ONLY YOUR FACE!"

"GOOOD GIIIRL"

As April bounced faster up and down on Don's lap... he felt himself getting closer to his own long awaited orgasm. "Does my slave love her Captains feathers against her ticklish, bare soles...?"

"AHAHEHE YES YES YES!!! OH YEEEESS...." April grinded down around his cock... still keeping her hands behind her head. "Tell me how ticklish your feet are April as I cum deep inside you... I'm gonna tickle you on the inside... Feel my feathers and cock tickling you... inside and out."

"HEhehaha... my feet..."

Don held his orgasm at bay...

"...are EXTREMLY ticklish... and I love you tickling me! HEHEHEHEHEHAHAAAA Make me cum Captain I'm gonna cum!!!"

"Yes you ARE... and so AM I."

He pulled on Aprils shoulders as he pulled her down deeply onto himself. As April moaned and laughed... her orgasm melted down over him. Don quickly matched hers with a deep and loud growl of pure satisfaction. Don closed his eyes only for a moment... then reopened them so he could continue watching her in the mirror. When he was finished he tipped back over onto the arm of the chair to look at Vernon. Vernon's face was bright red with rage and tears. He just laughed along with April's fading giggles.

Don then picked April up by her waist and sat her properly onto his lap. He quickly put his pants and belt back together. Then swung her legs over his own and kissed her with intense passion. She melted and giggled bashfully. When he pulled away... with a VICIOUS smile he said to Vernon as he wrapped his arms around April for a close embrace. "Exhibit D... D stands for DICK. The one your WIFE NOW PREFERS."

Vernon yanked on his restraints will as much force as he could muster. He screamed full throttle into the duct tape. Don stood up and placed April down onto the chair. He strode over to him and bent down in front of Vernon's face with his hands on either side of Doll's head. It quieted Vernon... but his tears water falled... and rage still read across his face.

"Don't worry Vernon. I'm sure you too PREFER MY DICK OVER YOURS. I'll never fuck you though... SORRY... But your MIND? OH YES I WILL. RAW. IF YOU EVER SAY ANOTHER WORD ABOUT ME AGAIN IN PUBLIC. EVEN IN YOUR SLEEP..." Don paused for a moment and continued. 'Just to make sure we understand each other. I'm taking April with me for a WEEK. You can rot here. OBEY... or SUFFER. I NEVER have to let EITHER ONE OF YOU GO." He patted him on the head and called over the TBI. "Put the rat in his cage. And put April and Doll into the limo"

Don headed upstairs to his office. As he passed Doll's special cell... he took a moment to look around inside. He noticed the teddy bear and his note to her earlier that day. He took both of them and walked on to his office. Once inside... he opened up his briefcase on the desk. He placed the bear, note, some paperwork, and his phone charger into the case. Then he put on his long black suede overcoat and hat... and headed down to the limo.

Once he was outside... all of the TBI stood in a line and started thunderously applauding. Even some Secret Service Agents. They cheered and whistled. He laughed and bowed, enjoying all of the praise and worship. When he finally entered the stretch limo, he saw Doll was still asleep on the seat near him. Before he closed the door... a TBI Man asked if April or Doll should be restrained.

He looked across the limo and saw April curled up on the seat across from him. Smiling, waving, and giggling. Her pink eyes gave the entire limo a pink hue. He smiled back at her. Keeping his focus on her he said: "Nah... that won't be necessary. Shut the door."

As soon as the door was closed, the driver asked him: "Back to the White House Sir?"

"Nope.... take me and these lovely ladies back to my penthouse in Manhattan. "

As the limo rolled forward Don took out his phone and pulled up YouTube. He pulled Doll up over to him and rested her against him, leaning her head on his chest. He motioned for April to come over. He turned down the volume on low... and pressed play before setting it down on the mini bar. April crawled across the floor and up onto the seat. Taking the other side of his chest, she rested her head onto him. He put his other arm around her and cuddled both of his ladies close to him. No smile in history had been bigger than Don's in this moment. With the rising sun they were all off to Manhattan. The limo drove them towards his home... and the music played on.

Part 9: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...uot-M-f-Sexual

Feet/Genital/ Underarm tickling scenes...

Doll awoke to the sound of birds flapping around. Her eyes blinked open slowly. Confusion laced her thoughts. "Where am I?"

She looked down at the blanket she was covered by. A white, puffy, comforter... laying on purple cotton sheets. Afraid to move having no idea where she was... Doll raised her eyes and realized she could see... "PIGEONS?! Am I... dreaming?"

She slowly sat up bewildered, and slipped out from the comforter. "No... I'm not. New York City?!"

Doll covered her mouth in shock. Blinking rapidly... she stood up with trepidation. Her eyes took in the vast and beautiful city before her. Sun light streamed in through the window. It forced her to hold her hand up and shield her eyes. Looking down she saw that her pink heart pasties were on full display in front of all of NY. She closed her robe and tied the silk belt into a bow. It was then she heard light breathing behind her. Doll slowly turned around.

There laid Don... in bed with April O' Neil?! He was laying on his back with April draped naked over him. Her head was relaxed on his shoulder. Don was still dressed... wearing a sleeveless, white under shirt and black pants. They were both sound asleep.

Doll turned away CONFUSED. Looking back outside... she started to search her memory banks of what had happened the night before. The last thing she remembered was... "Ouch! WHAT A HEADACHE!" She silently spoke the words as she touched the back of her head. Better search for coffee and aspirin. She stepped around the purple robe she saw lying on the floor and picked up Don's hat, placing it beside his briefcase gently. Sizing up the 2 of them in bed together was just EPIC. Though this being QUITE the ODD sight to behold... it wasn't worth the pain to keep standing there. "I need my phone back... talk about a Kodak moment." She bemusedly thought to herself. As she walked to the bedroom door, Doll assumed they MUST have had a threesome together. Which was cool... April was BEAUTIFUL. And Don of course was wonderful. She tried to remember a moment of it... but couldn't. Not one.

Doll stood in front of the door and turned the handle. It was locked. She stood there for a moment wondering if she was turning it wrong, and bent down to study the handle.

"Good morning Doll."

She jumped 10 feet. Her heart raced as she turned around. Don was smiling at her. She began to relax. "You scared me!" She whispered with a slight giggle and smile.

"I'm sorry. Where are you going?" Don said in a low, deep voice.

"To... search... for coffee? And aspirin maybe? I have a BAD headache." She whispered back.

"There's aspirin in the bathroom." He took his arm away from April to point her in the right direction. "I'll make us some coffee in a little while. Get the aspirin and some tap water. And then come back to bed."

"Oh... ok." Doll whispered back. She quietly treaded across the floor in her bare feet. Passing an enormous open closet... she walked down the long hall and entered a HUGE and GORGEOUS bathroom. The shower and toilet lay to the right behind a dusky purple, glass wall. There was even a jacuzzi! Pink orchids were placed here and there. "I HAVE to take pictures later. This is BEAUTIFUL".

She took the opportunity then to pee. Sitting down... she looked to her left and saw 2 books laying on a small table beside her. "Sophia Loren's Recipes And Memories". And, "Five Families: The Rise, Decline, and Resurgence of America's Most Powerful Mafia Empires."

She looked at the Mafia book and focused on the word resurgence. A chill ran through her. She KNEW Don was in the Mafia. And just seeing this book brought home the reality. Though... she was always more than a little curious of what it would like to be with a Gangster. The movies and true crime stories consumed her as a teenager. She even developed a few crushes. Jimmy "The Gent" Burke she WISHED she could have met. Thought Robert Deniro was the ACTUAL fantasy for her as opposed to the real man. The Mafia STILL fascinated her. Cheap thrills. All of course from the privacy (and safety) of her bedroom. Mentally surfing the edge of danger... the ultimate ride of seduction. But NOW... to be in NYC with a REAL GANGSTER?! She was both nervous... and growing VERY excited. The White House experience with Don had been AMAZING. But they hadn't yet spent much time together. To wake up HERE with HIM?! THIS was BLISS.

She imagined herself covered in diamonds and fur coats... on Don's arm walking down 42nd Street. Times Square. Riding yachts and limousines. Serving him and his mob friends drinks while they gambled illegally. All around New York in underground bars and the backrooms of Italian restaurants. She bet if someone EVER said a cross word to her... he'd probably SLAP them. Actually... he'd probably tickle them like crazy!! That was even HOTTER. She laughed at her wildly spinning imagination. But... she wasn't exactly imagining anything untrue thus far. A Gangster that wouldn't hurt anyone? Just tickle torture them. This was beyond her wildest fantasies come true!

She decided to clean up using his purple towels, and lavender soap near his faucets. Then brushed her hair and looked around. She couldn't help but be a little nosey. His cologne was called "Animale' Animale'". Or in english: "Animal Animal". Mmm... smells NICE. Finally looking into the medicine cabinet... she opened up the door and saw something that made her blood run cold. A GUN. It sat all alone on the middle shelf. Her eyes widened as she took a step back.

Doll hurriedly scanned the rest of the cabinet and found the aspirin. But she was so rattled that she spilled the contents of the bottle all over the sink and floor. HORRIFIED at what she had just done... she DIVED down to the floor and started scooping them all up as fast she could. A scene from "Goodfellas" popped into her mind. The one where Karen was asked to hide a gun for the first time by her husband, Henry Hill. It flashed across her mind in it's entirety. And one scene led to another, and another. The beat down the neighbor had taken. Slapping around Karen. The girlfriends. Prison. Drugs. The MURDERS. She knew how THAT REAL LIFE love affair turned out...

Am I ready for that kind of life? Am I SUPPOSED to be a part of that life? But Don... wasn't like that... WAS HE? No. No way. She saw the way he had been treating the celebrities all week. He was a bit stern in how he talked to the TBI... and America. But... that was his JOB now. He was PRESIDENT. He was showing everyone a new way to handle problems. And save them MONEY! She really liked that.

AND: No more violence. "One Nation Under One Feather." If he WAS a mobster... he wasn't ANYMORE. Doll's mind was far, far away as she continuously reached out to pick up the pills. But not really picking up any of it.

Suddenly, her eyes fell upon Don's naked feet standing there in front of her. She jumped and looked up at him nervously. He looked over to the open cabinet and narrowed his eyes. But then relaxed them and said. "I'm sorry about that... I didn't realize I'd be having company." He put his hand out to her and said "Leave that... I'll get to it lata". Doll placed her hand into his and shakily stood up. He reached over to a glass on the sink and filled it with water. Then took 2 aspirin that had fallen onto the sink. "Here you go". Doll took the water and pills and quickly swallowed them. She drank up the entire contents of the glass while watching him.

Looking back into his eyes she prayed he wasn't angry. She let her eyes trail down over his chest and arms. For a man in his late 40's or early 50's... (55?) He didn't have the body of an exercise junkie... but he definitely was doing SOMETHING right. His arms had some muscles and a nice overall tone to them. Flat stomach too. As she put the glass down... he put his hands onto her waist and brought her towards him. He placed a hand under her chin for a long and sensuous kiss. Then he picked her up, turned around, and carried her back to the bedroom. She was still scared at what she had seen. And thought about. But became more relaxed now that she had realized he wasn't mad. She smiled happily just to be with him. She even giggled now as he smiled seductively at her. She kicked her feet playfully a few times and placed her arms around his neck. How could she be made to feel so safe in the arms of a Gangster? Well... former Gangster.

Don laid her on the bed gently. She smiled a little nervously... but laid back nonetheless. Aside from the limo ride... (and last night??)... THIS was going to be her first real time with him. She wished they could be alone but at least April was asleep. Doll wanted to ask him to move her elsewhere but... asking him to do ANYTHING suddenly seemed... unthinkable. As he laid down between them... Doll tried to remember what had happened the night before. Even a spec of it but... nothing was coming to her. All she could see, as she turned the clock backwards was the color pink. As if she'd had pink shutters across her eyes all night long. Why?

Don smiled down at her and reopened her belt and robe. Then he pulled one of her legs toward him, opening them up gently. He laid his own leg over her knee. Whispering to her he said: "Stay still... TRY to be quiet... and put your hands underneath you." Doll did as she was told and slid her hands underneath the small of her back.

He started slowly wiggling his fingers over her face... and floated them down over her neck... then her chest... wiggling them in slow motion. His fingers made shadows across her as they hovered inches above her. He let his fingers speed up the further away he got. Doll began to smile and giggle even before he arrived at his destination. He raised his hand back and put a finger to his lips... "Shhhh..."

Dom moved his hand back down over her body. The shadows made it seem like a ghost was tickling her. She giggled quietly and squirmed a little. Soon his left hand hovered directly over and between her legs. Laying on his elbow... he re adjusted his arm slightly, and brought his right hand up over her face. He covered her mouth.

As Doll felt his hand placed firmly over her. A moan and whimper mixed into her voice underneath his hand. She watched as his other hand lowered itself down onto her. His fingertips began slowly tickling her pussy. She giggled sweetly under his hand. Her pussy was VERY ticklish though and she began trying to move her hips out of the way. With his right hand he moved her head slightly to face him. He shook his head back and forth a few times "No." Doll stopped moving and giggling as his intentions became crystal clear. Don moved her head back into its previous position.

Suddenly he moved his fingers frantically all over her naked pussy. Soft, but fast... his fingers jerked around spastically all over the area. She dug in to the bed with her hands, grabbing at the sheets underneath her. Doll began giggling more intensely under his hand. But her laughter was muffled and remained fairly muted. He watched her in serene silence.

He stopped for a moment then and whispered to her. "Place your right foot across your left knee. And keep it there." Don moved his own leg off of her thigh and waited as she quickly laid her foot over and against her knee. Her right leg made a triangle. She felt like a human flamingo and giggled at the visual.

Don showed her just a single finger and began twitching it like a slow moving inch worm. Up and down in front of her eyes. Then the finger moved away from them... higher and higher into the air. When his arm was completely straight... he SHOT IT DOWN making contact directly to the middle of her bare foot. She giggled like crazy under his fast tickling, finger tip. Her ankle tried to roll itself away and side to side. But it just caused the ankle to roll forward and back. Thankfully her shin was just high enough that it helped her keep her foot in place. Or else her foot would have snapped far away like a rubber band. Even being tortured like this she knew to make every effort to keep her foot still. He tickled at it full throttle as his finger danced up and down her extremely ticklish sole. This odd position of self induced bondage was keeping her quite still. And that alone was turning her on. She had to shut her eyes as the sun was blinding her. But every once in awhile she peeked open her left eye and watched his finger tickling at her foot. That was turning her on even more. And then... he started tickling her clit.

He started to gently force the orgasm from her. Don went back and forth with his finger. A tickle to her arch... and then a tickle to her clit... a tickle to her toes... a tickle to her clit. A tickle to her heel... and back. This was such an unbelievable turn on she could feel the orgasm coming already. Her bare foot was taut and open laying around the curve of her knee. Every time he tickled at her clit... her body trembled. Then her foot would tremble and shake from his tickling touch. She tried to playfully struggle but her arms remained pinned. And his hand remained across her mouth.

Quickly then he unzipped his pants and gave himself a few heavy strokes. He groaned over his hand as he continued watching her eyes circle all over the place. The forced laughter danced across her eyes and it was electric to him. It made him feel like the conductor of 2 separately flowing currents. He gave her ticklish foot a long, drawn out tickle. Extending the tickle to make her laughter near continuously. Then he went back to her clit and wiggled his finger tip... softly tickling at it more and more. Her body began to tighten as her orgasm rose closer and closer to the surface. Then he gave himself a few strokes. Watching her eyes open and close... helpless to the tickling.

Being tickled into madness was part of the game. He loved watched the mind short circuit between the need to cum... and the overwhelming need to escape. Over and over he tickled her arch... then her clit... then stroked himself. A tickling triangle of sensitive areas that were soon to make them both cum. "I love how ticklish you are Doll. Tickle tickle tickle..." He trickled his words down deeply into her ear. Striding his finger up and down the center of her arch. Her giggling became extreme and louder in her throat as her body stiffened itself over and over. Her toes would wiggle slightly now again... then stretch back tautly from the repeated, tickling shocks. The foot had a mind of its own really when it was being tickle tortured. And it wanted to RUN.

Don tickled at her clit again and made her face tilt again toward's him. The shadow of his hand seemed to amplify the darkness of his words to her. "I'm going to make you become SO TICKLISH... you won't be able to THINK anymore. I'll make you go INSANE from the torture. Sexual, Tickling HYSTERIA. JUST FOR MY AMUSEMENT. I'm gonna to break the pull string from your back "Doll". YOU'LL NEVER STOP LAUGHING. A brain broken, ticklish, laughing, DOLL. Cumming solely just from having your FEET TICKLED. OVER... and OVER... and OVER."

He tickled her foot between her pinky toe and 4th toe... making her hysterically scream. Her breath broke through her lips and rippled slightly under his hand. He gave himself a few more strategic cock strokes. Going faster and longer before finally resuming tickling her foot. Her muffled laughter was breaking out under his hand and it was thick with desire. And when he tickled at her clit once more she gave out the signal with her voice she was getting ready to cum. He decided to prolong her torture for just a minute or so more by tickling her foot like mad. Her foot was so ticklish now... her muffled laughter was just CONSTANT. Doll was delirious with laughter and desire. He tickled at her toes... inching his finger madly against each one at random. Doll tried to buck her hips but she really couldn't... her "flamingo leg position" forced her to stay down. She was completely helpless to do anything but lay there within her human bondage.

He gave himself a few more strokes and tickled her foot once more. Doll laughed crazily as her lust to cum overwhelmed her. And then she felt him tickling her clit for the final time.

"Mmmmmhmhmhmhm mmmm mhmhmhmhm.... MMM... MMMMM...MMMMHMHM... MMMMMM MM... MM... MMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!"

His tickling finger released her orgasm. The intensity of the orgasm met his fingertip full on. It spread through her nerves and throughout her legs. Rising into her stomach. Like sparklers, her nerve endings tingled and lit up all around her body. He kept tickling it making her orgasm go on and on. She could feel the sheets soaking warmly beneath her. When the orgasm seemed to finally subside... he went back to tickling her entire foot with now all FIVE of his fingers. Her foot jumped. Her muted, screaming laughter rang sweetly through his hand and into his ears.

He knelt up, taking his hand away from her mouth. He pulled her foot away from her knee and knelt between her legs... sliding himself inside of her. Her pussy was still convulsing... and her voice still laughing. He fucked her then... sliding in and out, over and over until he let go far too quickly inside of her. He placed his lips against hers to feel the last traces of her laughter. To feel the smile that he had made her wear under his hand for so long. The corners of her mouth were raised and he could feel the outline of her lips. That induced pleasure... that tortured smile.

Don moved his hands down by her sides and tickled her ribs. He wanted to widen that smile back up again. Feeling her lips widen back into full laughter. The more she laughed... the more he wanted to cum again feeling those smiling lips. Without even having pulled out yet... he started fucking her again as he trapped her lips under his. He used his hands to steady her face for a moment. But to tickle her he had to let go and went back down her sides... He pressed harder against her lips to force her to stay still. But the more he made her laugh... the more she lost her air. She tried to turn her head but he wouldn't let her.

If she managed to move her head he was right there to follow her lips wherever they went. Like miniature ropes lassoing her smile. She finally tricked him, slowly moving towards the left but then jerked her face away to the right. She sucked in as much air as she could get in the seconds she had. So he tickled her in the creases of her pinned underarms. It caused her to straighten back her head forward and open her mouth to laugh. He resumed control of her lips by pressing back onto them. Forcing his tongue deep inside her mouth.

Feeling which way her tongue was riding out her laughter. Did it shake? Did it wiggle around? Or did it stay planted at the bottom of her mouth or at the top? He searched the inside of her mouth. Trying to get a mental pulse of how ticklish she was. Trying to push on her tongue to see if he could keep it still long enough to see which way it would go. But the game ended as he came again suddenly. The relief he claimed made him give Doll back the air she desperately needed. She coughed and sucked in as much as air as she could get. Her eyes were wide with shock, confusion... and FEAR.

As Don's orgasm reached its limit... he pulled himself away from her and laid back down beside her. He gave her room to free her hands and then turned her body towards him. He was smiling ear to ear.

Doll began to open her mouth and realized quickly she had better think for a second before she freaked out on him. And... to get her breath back.

"You were... *air* amazing!" *air* She smiled an actual, genuine and sincere smile. "But... *air*... I couldn't... BREATH at the end." *air*

"OH..." he reached for her hand and kissed the top. "I'M SORRY. I just LOVE to feel a woman's laughter against my mouth... To understand whats happening from the inside. A forced smile against my lips is so SEXY. When they quiver... or open wide in shock. And what the tongue does in response to being tickled. The breath... the inner reactions. You can feel the nerves stretching and pulling within the face. Its like feeling the mind go CRAZY from the INSIDE. They say the windows are the eyes to a person's soul. But no one EVER talks about the MOUTH."

Doll listened intently as she swallowed up more air. She nodded her head profusely against the pillow. His words made sense on some level. But... to understand this fully was going to take a WHILE. She had never thought about the aspect of "from the inside". Suddenly the gun paled to what was now staring directly at her.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you. I was just dying to get a better read on you... of your mind's inner dialogue. One night.. I could show you better what I mean. I've never gotten the chance to really... to learn a woman better like that... They always run away! Or don't call me back! They think I'm trying to kill them or asphyxiate them! I gave up years ago. I'm TOO fast... I know that. It's not like I want that all the time. Just every once in awhile to REALLY feel the MIND being TICKLED. Its the closest one can get to the brain. The inner workings of it. NO ONE understands that. I guess I'm the only one who sees that..." He shook his head irritatedly. "And now I'm scaring YOU OFF TOO. FUCKING FANTASTIC!" He started to sit up but Doll quickly put her hand on his shoulder and said "WAIT." He slumped back against the pillow.

Doll rested her hand onto Don's cheek. "I THINK I understand. But... you didn't give me ANY WARNING. Warn me next time... and go slower with me when you want to do that. Ok? It sounds FASCINATING ACTUALLY!" The moment scared me. Not KNOWING scared me. The understanding of it to play around with in the future DOESEN'T."

She continued. "And believe me... EVERY KISS until now has made me... VERY turned on. This whole morning was WONDERFUL. I don't remember exactly what happened last night... but I just wasn't prepared for breath play. It IS in a sense Asphyxiation. But... if you give me some time to learn... I think I'll be game for it..." She smiled sweetly towards him and cuddled herself closer.

"Alright..."

He blinked back his surprise. But narrowed his eyes. He couldn't risk getting his hopes up again. Not again. And after last night... he didn't even know if Doll would be sticking around. Well... she WOULD be... but it would be nice to have a woman WILLING to be put in restraints sometimes. And she SEEMED to be willing for MOST of what he was into. Still... He hoped he hadn't fucked this up already. After last night... He would have to think about how to explain it all away. He HAD justifiable reasons of course. And she DID give her consent before hand. THAT had been recorded while they had spoken in the hallway.

I'll ask her if she wants breakfast... and while I make it I'll have some time to think. But what about April? She would be waking up soon... And he HAD to make time to talk to Pauly... FUCK. Well... Doll may have to wait... if need be... he'd tie her down and press her toe ring again to buy some time. But he'd wait to the last second possible before he did it. He just wanted to just enjoy a normal breakfast with her. He was about to open his mouth when she opened hers.

"What... is the gun for...?" Doll asked with renewed trepidation.

Oh boy... here we go. "For protection honey. I'm the President ya know" He laughed.

"But aren't you... in the..." She held back the word.

"Never mind."

"No what... am I in the what?"

Doll paused. This was crazy... she COULD trust HIM with her feelings. Right?

"The... um... ma... fi... a..." Her voiced trailed off into a barely audible whisper. "It's cool with me... I get it." She smiled nervously.

OH. FUCK. ME. NOT THIS.

"NO Doll. I'M NOT. Why would you even think THAT? Never mind. I know WHY. It's because of the broad laying beside us. And her rat husband! You saw it on the internet right? RIGHT??

"Well... yeah... I... TMZ wrote that um... you ah... but I never believ...

"NO BUT... I'M NOT!! And if I WERE... I COULDN'T. TELL. YOU. That's a CODE of HONOR among MEN to PROTECT the people they LOVE. All these FUCKIN SHOWS with the "Mob Wives" and blah blah blah. Gotti's fucking brats runnin' around... Their AIN'T NO LOVE OR HONOR going on in THOSE HOUSES. BELIEVE ME. I have that gun for PROTECTION. I have LOTS of GUNS. I'm a RICH and POWERFUL MAN!!

"Oh... I..." Doll thought about what he said with a long pause. "I GET IT! I UNDERSTAND." She winked, nodded and smiled. "But I love the Sopranos... and Goodfellas and stuff... so... um... is that ok? Can I still watch them? Is it too obvious... or should I..."

Don rolled his eyes so far back into his head he thought they would pop out of his ears. Jesus CHRIST. A MAFIA GROUPIE?! WELL... she definitely came to the RIGHT PLACE. But he HAD to put the kibosh on this RIGHT NOW.

Don placed his hand under her chin and steeled his eyes against hers. He raised himself back onto his elbow so he could look down at her. Forcing her to look up at him.

"This is the LAST TIME we are EVER going to have THIS CONVERSATION. You can watch WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT... HELL I LOVE the OLD movies and I LOVE The Sopranos! BUT... He gripped her chin tighter. If you EVER say MY NAME... and the term MAFIA in the SAME SENTENCE AGAIN... WE'RE FINISHED."

Doll shook under his grasp. A tear fell down her face. "I'm SORRY DON... I WON'T. NEVER! NEVER AGAIN".

"DOLL... theres the kind of broken doll I COULD LOVE... And there's the kind of BROKEN DOLL that CAN'T BE FIXED. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TELLING YOU?

Doll tried to nod her head but his grasp was so firm she just said "YES YES YES" instead.

"YOU HAD BETTER."

Don let go of her and watched her. She started to cry from the shock. He scared her. Well... he HAD TO. Just because HE didn't kill people... (Well once... but THAT guy was an ASSHOLE.) It didn't mean other guys around here WOULDN'T THINK TWICE ABOUT IT.

GOD DAMN IT. WHY DO WOMEN HAVE TO ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS? He couldn't even turn on her ring now. HE NEEDED to make sure she understood this. CLEARLY. Ok... it was time to lighten the mood back up. He didn't want to make her cry. FUCK. "Come here baby..." He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry against his chest.

"It'll be ok. I didn't mean to make ya cry. But there ARE bad guys around here. And the media has been hounding me for years about this." He pointed behind him with his thumb in April's direction. "Its a touchy subject. I just can't have you running around acknowledging that NONSENSE. Not to your friends, family, the TMF... NOBODY. It gives people ideas! I don't NEED THAT. Not to LEAST mention...
I'm the PRESIDENT. And that DOES MAKE ME A TARGET. And if you're with me... SO ARE YOU NOW. IT'S REAL IMPORTANT HONEY YOU LISTEN AND OBEY ME ON THIS."

She pulled away and shook her head frantically. YES! She understood. "Why did I even ask such a stupid thing!! I'm SO SORRY. (Did I really think he would say YES? OMG: SO D.U.M.B) She winced at her stupid mistake making her cry again.

"Ok ok... CALM DOWN... I FORGIVE YOU. You were just curious. It's the media's fault NOT YOURS. So... that's the END of THAT. Right?" Doll shook her head as fast as it could go. "GOOD. Now... how MUCH do you remember about last night sweetheart? You said you had a bad headache."

"Um..." Doll tried to think back as she wiped away her tears. Her voice shook as she tried to relax again. "I remember... you saying something... in the hallway. Oh yeah I remember that conversation. I was going to be your arrow." She smiled. "But...the rest of the night... I don't know... What WAS it? I was kneeling down at some point... I remember... uh I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING!! What HAPPENED?!

"Well... AH... You may have gotten drunk. Or... I don't know... you passed out right into my arms pretty early on. You're a lightweight honey." He tickled her sides making her laugh lightly. He tapped Doll's leg to make her sit up. She did so obediently. Don stood up and stretched looking out the window.

"Yeah I can't drink very much... Did I do anything... stupid?"

"Heh no. Not at ALL. You were wonderful. A REAL SWEET HEART. YOU were YOU. A DOLL."

"Can we watch the video of it maybe later? She tried to smile a bit broader."

"Ah well... maybe ah..." Don smiled and kissed her. "Hey... why don't I make you that coffee... and some breakfast. We'll sit in the kitchen till April wakes up. I decided to take a week's vacation! And I know my ticklish lil Doll wants to play..."

Doll smiled and shook her head rapidly YES.

"Good. He put his hand out and helped Doll up. "Doll... I meant what I said last night. Do you remember what I told you in the hallway... and my note?" Doll shook her head a wary, little yes. Don could tell her mind was very blurry... which was GREAT. He walked over to his desk and opened his briefcase. He pulled out the note and the teddy bear, giving them both to her. She smiled as she saw and held onto the teddy bear. She held up the note to read it.

"My Sexy, TICKLISH Doll...

I have never been more excited to tickle someone than I am to tickle YOU tonight... No matter what happens... think about the bigger picture here... I plan on ruling the WORLD! And I want you... on your knees, beside me... Please wear this on your pretty feet, as a token of my rising feelings for you..."

<3 Don


Doll looked up at him smiling sweetly and almost blushing. She looked down at her feet and remembered her time alone in the cell. She admired the gift all over again. "Thank you". My feelings are rising for you too..." She gave him a shy smile. They kissed each other sweetly.

"You ARE becoming MY girl. Ya got a lot to learn though... hell I do too. I haven't been in a relationship or lived with anyone since I got divorced 15 years ago. But... if you stay away from certain... words... and aspects of my life... If things keep going THIS well... I'll ALWAYS take care of you... I'd like that..." She smiled broader and nodded bashfully. He cupped her chin and gave her another long and sweet kiss.

"Why don't you go take a hot jacuzzi or shower if ya want. And I'll make breakfast.

"OK! As she walked on back to the bathroom Don quickly walked along beside her till they reached the bathroom. He took the gun from the cabinet. "I'll lock this up while your beautiful self is here."

Doll giggled. "Hey Don... why did you lock the door last night?"

He pointed at himself with both hands and said "PRESIDENT!" He smiled a wide grin and shrugged.

Doll laughed and pretended to smack her forehead. She turned around and went over to the shower. Meanwhile Don ran around the closet and bedroom to collect the rest of his guns and put them in his safe behind his winter coats.

When they were put away he went and unlocked the bedroom door. He stepped out and into the living room. Under his breath he said: "I NEED SOME MUSIC. Holy fuck this woman was a couple crayons short of a full box. Oh hell... that ain't true. She's just easily led. But WHY is he thinking about all this lovey dovey stuff? To HER?

He opened up the computer and hit play on the video that was already pulled up. Oh great. More romance. Thanks Leonard. He was about to turn it off but saw the message "CapturedDoll" wrote to him... waiting to go on their first meeting.

"I can't wait to meet you finally. I'm so excited! See you soon Don!!

~Doll

Oh fuck it. He wanted to go back to that moment. He liked feeling this way. The video was the last music he had played before he left to meet her. And knowing her a little more now... she ACTUALLY was one the bravest women he had ever met. As scared as she was last night... to go through with it anyway? All based on the fantasy of him and him alone. She didn't know him well enough yet to separate the fantasy from the reality. The fact that ANY woman thought of him as a fantasy... WOW. And the fact that not ONCE in the entire time he spent with her this morning... Not ONCE did she even question April being there. Just went along with the program. If it hadn't been for her bringing up... THAT... he wouldn't have had to scare her. He hoped that would be the end of it altogether. And to be cool about the lips thing? Is he dreaming? Maybe HE was the one already lost to the fantasy...

Doll was just about to turn on the shower when she heard music playing somewhere in the house. She became curious to see what Don might be playing. She walked back down the hall and tip toed out of the bedroom. The closer she got to the kitchen the more she realized she recognized the song. She dropped her towel and slid naked into the kitchen like Tom Cruise in "Risky Business". With a huge smile she exclaimed "I LOVE LEONARD COHEN!! And I LOVE THIS SONG!"

Don jumped a mile and dropped the egg he was about to crack. Even though she scared him, he laughed loudly and realized he had better turn the stove back off. Doll slid up to him and placed her hand in his. She started pulling on his hand to dance with her.



It didn't take but the first tug to start spinning her around the kitchen. They laughed and smiled joyfully... seductively at each other. But his favorite lines were coming... and to his amazement... she sang them out loud as if she had been waiting her whole LIFE just to sing them TO HIM. She looked into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Dance me to your beauty with ... a burning violin...

Dance me through the panic... till I'm gathered safely in.

Touch me with your naked hand... Or touch me with your glove...

Dance me... to the end of love."

Don kissed her with such burning passion. And she returned it equally. He began to realize now that he might just be falling in love with her. His heart was skipping beats inside his chest. When the music was over... he took her hand and bent all the way down to kiss it. Then he spun her around once more and told her to vamoose. He wanted to finish breakfast for them. She danced away from him back around the corner smiling. Forgetting her towel completely.

"Wow..." Don was smiling ear to ear. What a morning! But he quickly realized if he didn't come up with something to say to her about last night... that would be the first and last dance they ever shared. As he turned on the stove again he knew he would have to stick with the truth. He had used her. And not just used her... let someone else FUCK HER while she was ASLEEP! Maybe... he could harp on the fact she agreed to it... and the "alcohol" must have clouded her judgement. But the videos don't show her drinking... Maybe he could have his friend Vinnie cut and piece a video together. No... the WHOLE WORLD saw what happened last night!!! Including HIM... practically CONDONING it by letting it HAPPEN. MAKING IT HAPPEN!! FUCK!!!! He started to feel sick.

He needed a mental list. His emotions were all over the place now. First breakfast with Doll. Then do SOMETHING with April. IF she woke up soon. Then Pauly. Then... depending on what Pauly said... hopefully back to Doll and April. But... DAMN... now he was feeling TOO ROMANTIC. There was too much at stake here to just give over his heart to her. But would she still be there if he could... of her OWN accord?


Part 10: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...21#post4602221

As Doll showered... Don piped in some music for her. Something... girly. Something that would get her mind subconciously prepared for what he had planned. Women LOVE to "rescue" a man if they think it's possible. Why not encourage that? All that's going to do is get Doll more on his side. And that song did double duty. He KNEW Doll wanted to be "rescued" in some form or another. ALL women did. Dominated... TICKLED... to feel free enough to LOSE CONTROL. To a bad, BAD MAN. But, she also needed to feel SAFE. And he could tell she WAS falling for him. He just had to be smart about it. And not put his own heart in the way. Not yet. He could STILL be romantic with her... even though he had to hold back his feelings. And later tonight he would have to hold a press conferance. Have her speak out publicly that she loved every second of last night. That is was planned... except for Vernon. The music began.



As Doll turned off the faucets... Madonna? "WOW! He's love's Madonna too? He's SO COOL!" She thought happily to herself. Leaving her hair wet... Doll realized she had nothing to wear. She walked over and stood before Don's closet. "No... I had better write him a letter first."

Peeking around the corner she saw Don waiting for her at the kitchen counter with breakfast and a smile. She whispered... "Catch!" She sailed a paper airplane through the kitchen. Don caught it and opened it up. "You don't need NOTHIN to wear... But... just grab one of my shirts in the closet if ya want honey".

Doll turned back around and saw April staring back at her. Don's comfortor was pulled up around her neck and her eyes were wide with confusion. "WHO are YOU? She asked.
"I'm Doll. I guess you spent last night with us. We were just talking about..."

"WHO'S WE?!"

"WE... as in ME." Don walked into in the doorway behind Doll. He raised his arm, leaning onto the door frame. April let out a tiny scream covering her mouth. She quickly looked around the room, searching for an escape route. "Planning to go for a jog ?" Don asked with a cheshire cat's grin. April got up on her knees ready to jump off the bed. Doll realized she had better get out of this conversation and find something to wear. She hurried off to the closet.

"You know Mrs... hahaha FENWICK... it's very RUDE to not even say good mornin' when you're a GUEST in someone's home. I made you breakfast and everything! You should be THANKING ME for being such... A GENTLEMAN."

April pulled the pillows around her as some sort of protection.. Being naked made her feel so much more vulnerable. "WHY AM I HERE?!" She squeeked out fearfully.

"YOU TELL ME. I'm just as surprised as YOU ARE." Don raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulder. "Maybe you WANT ME. You sure follow me around enough." He continued standing in the door way as he watched April back up against the headboard. "Though...after Vernon fucked my Doll here last night... Well, maybe that's why."
Doll came back out wearing a black pirate's hat... one of Don's large white dress shirts and a stripped tie wrapped around her waist. "Fucked... ME?! What are you TALKING ABOUT DON?!"

"Doll, I was going to tell you after breakfast. Listen ladies. I may be a LOT of things...but one thing I am NOT... IS A CRIMINAL. I'm gonna show you the video of what happened... both of you. April, you're safe here. I ain't gonna touch ya. Just come into the living room and I'll show you..." Don turned around and walked out. April stayed frozen in place on the bed. Doll walked around the bed and retrieved her robe. April grabbed it and quickly put it on. Doll walked out of the room with April slowly getting up off the bed... following behind with trepidation.

Doll sat down on the couch in front of the tv. April stayed by the door of the bedroom. "April... I SAID I wasn't gonna touch ya... and I MEANT IT. Now... make ME feel comfortable and just SIT DOWN. I DON'T TRUST YOU EITHER." April measured his words carefully... and warily sat down on the furthest end of the couch.
"Ladies I'm VERY ANGRY right now. I just received a very WEIRD text from my buddy Pauley. Don finished plugging in his laptop to the huge flat screen tv. Then sat down on a chair nearby. He slumped his shoulders down and looked down sadly. "Doll.... when I said I wanted you to be an example of my plans for America... My "arrow"... I didn't realize how FAR you intended to go. Apparantely you are VERY UNINHIBITED... which... DON'T GET ME WRONG... I LOVE THAT! Now... you said you can't remember anything. I can't remember much either... I DO remember saying SOME things..." Don kept his face stern. But then lightened it up for Doll.

"Sweetheart...it's all just part of the act. I planned ALL OF THIS. And... you remember giving ME PERMISSION to INCLUDE YOU IN MY SHOW... RIGHT"? WE MADE PLANS... TOGETHER! Doll searched her mind and shook her head yes.

"Alright good... now LISTEN. One thing I have learned is... people love reality shows... even though most are scripted. We were just talking about that a lil while ago. They love to dream up NONSENSE. So... understand Doll... I scripted mine! People SEE ME AS A BAD GUY! SO... I'm BEING ONE. But that's NOT ME IN REALITY. I'M A GOOD MAN! You're probably NOT going to like what you see in this video Doll. But there's a bigger reason behind my show. Which brings me to April." Doll crossed her arms as April narrowed her eyes at Don.

"There has been a uprising against me. Ya know the one YOU STARTED April with your BIG MOUTH? You may not like me... or what I'm doing here... But I think someone from your resistance DRUGGED ALL OF US. I NEVER would have said or done half of what I have. NEVER! I mean April... from what I understand WE had sex TOO... which I feel really bad about. BUT YOU OWE ME!! Don looked down and shook his head. He clasped his fingers together and sat for a moment deep in thought. "Let's watch the video... I want some questions answered. Alright? Both women slowly shook their head yes. Don thought THAT SHOULD go over pretty well. Pauly would still have to wait. Don took the opportunity then to shoot off a quick text to Pauly. "I can't talk to you right now... I'll be in tommorow. DON'T BOTHER ME." The he took out the Verizon app and brought up April's social security number. With a push of the word "GO" A signal was sent out. "There... we will NOT be disturbed. And afterwards April... if you want to leave... I will let you. In fact you can go right now if you want. But I'M WATCHING THIS " He got up and pressed play on his computer. Out of the corner of his eye he watched to see if April would get up to leave. She didn't.

Don then got up quickly and knelt by Doll on one knee. "Doll... I hope you still want to be with me after all this..." He looked down and eyed her toe ring. "If I went too far last night... I'm sorry. And I dont blame you at all for... well, you know. You didnt have control over that... I didn't either." He looked sadly down at the floor. "I'm sure I will Don... I mean I already know you wouldn't hurt me. She tried to give him a small smile. He picked up her foot and place it across his ankle. "Let this toe ring I gave you be a symbol of my heart... and honesty. FOREVER" He admired it for a moment. It was made of white paper. "Hmmm the diamond seems to be loose... let me see if I can fix that..." Don pressed the paper diamond pushing the inner needle into Doll's skin... releasing the chemical. "Ouch!" Doll exclaimed. She pulled her foot back abruptly.
"Oh I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you!. I'll send it off the the Jewelers tomorrow." Don gave her knee a pat and leaned in for a kiss part way... and Doll leaned in close and kissed him. "I trust you too sweetheart...." Doll's smile got bigger as he got up and went back to his seat leaving April and Doll alone on the couch.

Don's phone started beeping. He picked up the phone and there was a message from Joe Pecsi. "DON TALK TO ME!!!! THE COUNTRY WANTS YOU IMPEACHED!!! YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE SAID THAT LAST NIGHT! IT PUT THE IDEA INTO THEIR HEADS! NOW THEY WANT IT. WAKE UP TO THE FACT THAT THIS WAS A BAD IDEA TO BEGIN WITH. THERE ARE ARMED MEN OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR RIGHT !!! YOUR GOING TO BE ARRESTED!!!
It took everything Don had to hold back his smile. He shrugged and covered his mouth as he rested his elbow on the forearm of the chair. He put down the phone and raised his eyes straight to the tv. Pretending to be thoughtful, concerned, and angry. That is until the chemical began to to take effect. He looked back and watched as the girl's arched their backs and their eyes began to glow. Don ran off and came back with an armful of restraints. But... he heard music coming from somewhere. He dropped everything and ran to the kitchen. No. He went back into the living room. No. Where was this coming from? He walked around and around until he realized it was coming from the wall.



Don started to pound on the walls to block out the music. "TURN IT DOWN JERK OR I"M COMING OVER THERE!!!!! But the music played on... and on... Finally he threw his hands up and went back to the living room. He could actually SEE the words play in front of him... but couldn't block them out. Maybe he DID get drugged after all?
As the chemical took over inside April and Doll's blood stream... the words vanished but the music remained. Don tried to tune it out by shaking his head. He removed their clothes and placed leather restraints onto their ankles. And then their wrists with handcuffs. He placed a feather into each of their hands. Then pushed over a foot stool and placed their legs gently onto the cushion. Side by side... their glowing eyes watched him intently.

"April... Doll... GIMME A SHOW... AND WATCH THE VIDEO. Don't do anything else but tickle your clits for me... AND ONLY... WATCH... THE VIDEO. It's EVIDENCE. Just listen to my voice... and EVERYTHING wil be ok." Their eyes fixated onto the screen. Don got up and walked away.. and came back with his most prized feather. It was snow white, long... and stiff.

He sat down on the floor to make sure they both could see the screen. "Don't I look handsome April..." He touched her arch with his feather and gave it a quick tickle. Her body jumped and she let out a giggle. "Yes Don..."

"NO... CAPTAIN. YOU CALL ME CAPTAIN." He gave her sole another quick tickle.
YES CAPTAIN! She wiggled her toes as she giggled more intensely.
"Doll... you'll do ANYTHING I tell you from now on... WON'T YOU"?
"HEHEHE! YES Captain!!"

"That's right... you WILL... And when you see yourself in the stocks soon... you are going to get VERY TURNED ON. No matter what I say in the video... you're going to LOVE EVERY WORD THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH. ARENT YOU?"
Doll's giggles increased as she felt the feather tickling at her toes. "Yeehehehesss hehehe!"

"April... you've NEVER going to say ANYTHING BAD about me again to the press.... or to ANYONE... RIGHT APRIL? Because if you DID... you WOULD BE VERY SAD... and you like being HAPPY... don't you? You don't want to make me ANGRY... do you April? You don't want to get me in trouble. BOTH OF YOU LOVE ME."
He moved his feather to April's heel and dragged it up her arch... and brought it back down. She pushed her foot to the side in front of Doll's left foot. She wiggled her toes against Doll's foot and it made her jump and giggle. Don watched their feet play the cutest game of footisie and he tickled their soles making them twitch and bounce against each other.

"April and Doll don't CARE WHAT the MEDIA says.... not the news.. not friends... not family...not the COURTS. You KNOW I"M HOT... and SMART... and will DEFEND EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER DONE. Right ladies?" He smiled as he heard himself begin torturing Doll on the video. Her laughter was echoed as he tickled her foot with the tip of his feather. He went back and forth lightly tickling their arches... Enjoying their laughter and the wiggling of their toes. He started to rub himself through his pants... he REALLY had to take a shower soon though.. Jesus... how much sex can one man HAVE in a month? He laughed to himself as he ran his feather through their toes and all around the soles of their feet.

"Tickle your clits with the feather Ladies... I wanna make you cum... I WANT TO CUM. I'm gonna MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME. AND YOU LOVE BEING TICKLED BY ME... DONT YOU?"

Both April and Doll began stroking their clits and drew back sighs inwardly. "Ohhhh hehe YES CAPTAIN". They said in unison. Their laughter kept going and going as they tickled at their clits accutely with the feather. Their pink eyes flooded the room nearly blinding him suddenly. It made him turn away to block the light. Soon Don felt water underneath him.

"What the FUCK?"

The water began to rise and Don started to panic. He ran around the penthouse searching for the leak. But he coulden't find it. Soon it was up to his knees... and covering April and Doll's legs. They just kept laughing as if they were still being tickled. Their feathers were wet and swished around the water back and forth. Don reached under the water to undo their ankles restraints. They were stuck. So he ran to the front door to let out some of it out. But he couldn't open it. It was jammed. Running back to them he tried to lift Doll...but she was too heavy. So was April. Don SCREAMED IN ANGER AND FRUSTRATION. He bolted upright.

As he slowly woke up... he realized he was having a dream. A wet dream... that was turning into a nightmare. His blue uniform pants were soaked. He felt his orgasm melting though him and pulled his thin blanket back over him to cover his pants. He laid back with relief and a smile. The Guards outside his cell kept streaming their flashlights over his eyes. He closed them seeing his eyelids turn pink from the inside. All through out the night these assholes shined them onto his face to keep a close watch on him. But he was so tired he just kept going back to sleep to his AMAZING dream. The prison had been without electricity for 2 days now. The battery powered Walkman above him continued playing in his cell mates bunk. "WOULD YOU LOWER THE FUCKING VOLUME... I'M TRYIN' TO SLEEP HERE!!! Don shouted.

"FUCK YOU!" Was the response from above.

Don got up to face the man known as "Mr. Cool" The guy who could have you taken out in less than a day. "I'm sorry... I'm just tired Mr. Cool. I didn't mean it..." Don KNEW not to fuck with the younger Mafioso. This new Generation of Gangsters were just OUT of CONTROL. NO RESPECT. This entire wing was crawling with them. He got along well enough with everyone else. But Mr. Cool had an explosive temper and Don couldn't risk another 8+ years in the can. At least in his dreams Mr. Cool was subserviant to him.

"DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE MUTHA FUCKER. YOUR LUCKY YOU'RE GETTIN' OUTTA HERE TOMORROW. I'm sick of your ass..." The younger man went back to his music... turning it up even louder. At least having done a short stint in the Navy (Really?!?) ... this guy listened to old songs about the sea. He had a ton of old cassettes. Cd players weren't allowed in the prison. He had mixed tapes too. So Don got to hear some new music as well sent in from some the guy's friends. But it was the old songs that benefited Don. A lot of the music he enjoyed was there amongst those tapes. It became an escape for him imagining himself out there on the high seas... away from this place. Maybe he could own his own boat someday... and be called Captain. Especially if his crew were all female. "Mmmmm.."

He sat back down with a thud on his hard bed. Laying back down he tried to go back to sleep. To April... to Doll... to being President. Not that he EVER would have wanted that job in real life.He preferred his life of crime. Far more profitable. Jail time was just a part of the package. But the tv alone was constantly playing outside the cell. All those stupid shows playing round the clock. He would NEVER watch tv again once he left here. Don could never get use to this living NIGHTMARE. All the FUCKING NOISE!!

"No Turtelli... time for dinner." A guard stood outside the cell.

"I'M UP!! FUCKING HELL!" Don sat up gruffly.

"Hey... I don't make the rules. If it were up to me I'd let you. You know that."

"Yeah yeah I know." Don waved him off.

"By the way the Warden wants to see you in the morning. Don't piss him off you know he can keep you here longer..."

The guard walked off as Don ran his fingers though his hair. Don smiled as he realized this would be the LAST TIME he EVER had to deal with "The DUDE". The guy who pretends to be your friend... and turns around and into a controlling dick. He had put Don into solitary confinement 25 times that year alone. "The Dude" enjoyed snapping his fingers and saying "I... 2... 3" when Don was about to be put back into solitary. Like a sadistic magician. Don never even had a chance to catch him in his dreams. Aways evading him. Always. Even still... he loved his dreams... The fact that he dreamed of being President Of The United States... and he could do WHATEVER he wanted... it made his time in prison almost bearable. And getting his revenge on Vernon... and April... was so... PERFECT. Last night was the BEST DREAM YET.

As his dinner arrived... the prisoner Artemis slid 2 trays of food through the hole. He gave Don a thumbs up and looked away from him quickly. Don loved threatening him with tickle torture. But he never had to go through with it. Artemis just did as he was told. Don took his food and put Mr. Cool's tray on the small desk beside the bunks. Don sat back down and looked under the tray. He saw a slip of paper. The note read: "April lives alone in Key West, Florida. Have FUN DON... Good luck!"

"EXCELLANT." Don swallowed the piece of paper and took only the stale bread off of his grey plate. Now all he had to do was get picked up on time by the lovely Samantha. He preferred calling her Doll. Part of her TMF name. She WAS SO PRETTY. He never even had a chance to go on a date with her before he was pinched. The cops got him as he was leaving to meet her. Thankfully she was pretty cool with "the life" thus far. She had waited for him. But never would visit. She was too scared to come here. He understood that. So they just wrote each other letters. BUT WOULD SHE BE THERE TOMORROW TO PICK HIM UP?

After all was said and done... he was GOING to GET HIS REAL life BACK. Piece by fucking piece. His penthouse... his limo... his clothes... his FEATHERS... HIS WORLD. And he was going to treat Doll to the lavish lifestyle he had imagined all these years for her. For THEM. With or without her... but he HOPED she would show up. Years of letters coulden't have all been for nothing?

8 years in this fucking hell hole thanks to April O'Neil. "When I get my hands on her... I WILL MAKE HER PAY THE ULTIMATE PENALTY. APRIL, I'M COMING FOR YOU BITCH." He tore at his bread and swallowed it bit by bit. Staring at the bars that soon were no longer about to stand in his way. "24 hours... Tick, tock..." His growing smile was cold and venomous.

Later that night as Mr. Cool fell asleep... Don carefuly took the walkman and laid down in his bunk. He quietly put in the cassette tape he'd been hiding from him. He hit play at the very moment before he went to sleep. One more dream... and BACK TO REALITY. He smiled as he closed his eyes.




The End

To Don Turtelli: The Ultimate Villain in my/our TMF world. <3 And to all of you who love him as much as I do.

*I probably will do a second short series at some point: "Don's Revenge". Something like that. Not sure yet. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I have. ] I'll be including a playlist for all the songs I chose in the next post. Thanks for reading, and to those of you who played along. And the nice comments I have received along the way.

Playlist: *sigh*- It won't let me click on the link so I guess I can't share my watch list. So here's a complete list of the song tracks if you'd like to make your own.

Don's List

First We take Manhattan- Leonard Cohen
I'll Never Smile Again- Frank Sinatra
Wildest Dreams- Taylor Swift
When I love I Love Carmen Miranda
Caruso- Lara Fabian
Solletico- Rene Aubrey
Thru And Thru- Keith Richards/ The Rolling Stones
I Like Dreaming- Kenny Nolan
Everybody Knows- Leonard Cohen
Chains- Tina Arena
You Can Leave Your Hat On- Joe Cocker
Weapon- Matthew Good
Core 'N Grato- Dominic Chianese
My Way- Sammy Davis Jr
Captain's Lament - Paul And Storm
I've Got You Under My Skin- Frank Sinatra
Dance Me To The End Of Love- Leonard Cohen
Rescue Me- Madonna
I'm Your Captain- Grand Funk Railroad
I'll Be Seeing You- Bing Crosby

~ CapturedDoll

A story based on the old Nylon Dungeon stories from MTJ - this is probably the most extreme tickle story I have ever done so you have been warned!

Roxy the Punk in the Nylon Dungeon (Service With A Smile)
by MrObscura101

“Good morning Roxy” Thomas said calmly as he entered the room “How are you today?”
“FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!” came the usual angry response as he just rolled his eyes. Thomas looked over at his newest acquisition for the Nylon Dungeon, Roxy was a punk girl in her late 20’s around 5ft tall with a shaved head and both a lip ring and a nose ring. Currently strapped to a padded X-Frame she was completely naked except for, in standard Nylon Dungeon fashion, a pair of sheer black crotchless nylons

Thomas continued looking over her body, she had dozens of tattoos over her arms, sides, hips and thighs although her chest and stomach did not, she was a little on the plump side with large, full breasts
“GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!” she screamed angrily as she shook violently against the restraints at her wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles causing her breasts to bounce around.

And she had a violent temper…

Thomas had never intended on acquiring her for the Dungeon, a respected businessman in New York he had had been a member for years and had loved being able to come here and tickle the various women, in particular his former secretary who he had caught embezzling funds from his company, but when Roxy had become the new server at his favourite coffee little shop he knew things would have to change. Roxy was a surly young woman with a bad attitude, frequently getting customers names wrong, including his own, and messing up orders (deliberately he was sure) while being lax with the cleaning of the store and taking extended lunch breaks whenever the manager wasn’t there, the last straw had been when he was sitting down to read the paper before noticing her pocketing 20 dollars from the cash register

After that he had gone through the usual channels with the capture team and they had grabbed Roxy one night after locking up the shop, a forged note saying she was quitting this “shitty” job was left on the counter and given her normal poor working ethic it was doubtful that any of the patrons or the manager would miss her, after that she had been whisked away to the site, stripped and dressed in a pair of nylons before waking up in her cell bound to her bed where he had explained the situation to her. Unsurprisingly Roxy had tried to lash out and kill him, but the restraints had held

That was a week ago and since then Thomas has visited every day to begin properly breaking this tough punk. Like always the orderlies had brought her to room 7 and secured her to the X frame ready for him to begin today’s session

“I SWEAR I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!!!” she snarled as he approached her, standing in the gap between her arms and leaning over to peer directly at her
“Are you well rested for today?” he asked
“TOUCH ME AND YOU DIE!!!!!!!” Roxy screamed back before spitting at him which he dodged
“Hmm looks like someone wants to be gagged again, the Dungeon has a large selection if you like?” Not wanting to be gagged again Roxy’s tirade subsided

“Now then, let’s get started…” he said as he hovered his fingers near her underarms “What’s my name?”
“I DON’T KNOW WHO THE FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHCKCCKCKKK YOOUUHHH AAHAHARREE!!!!!!!!!” Roxy screamed angrily before shrieking with laughter as his fingers lightly brushed against her skin. Thomas had been delighted to find on their first day together just how ticklish Roxy was, despite her tough and angry demeanour she had a very pleasant laugh which he enjoyed hearing
“YOOOHOHOHHUUU FAAHHAHAHAHACCKCKKHHAAHAA!!!!!!!!” she screamed menacingly as she fought like every day so far to escape the straps holding her down but they were top of the line and none of the Dungeon’s occupants had ever managed to get free of them
Thomas continued lightly tickling Roxy’s skin, infuriating her with his light touches, especially as she knew far worse was still to come
“GGEEHEHEHETTT AAWAAHAHAHAYYYY!!!!!!!” Roxy cried as she tried to bite his invasive fingers, but they remained out of her reach
“Still trying to bite I see” he noted calmly
“SSCCHHRRREEWWW YOOOHUHUUU!!!!!!!” was her response
“Well then let’s move on to these” he said as he held up a pair of stiff pink feathers
“NO!!! DAMN IT! GET THOSE THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!” she shouted as they moved towards her and she tried moving her underarms away until…

“GGMMGMFMFFF!!!!!!!!!” came the shriek as Roxy tried to ignore the teasing plumes against her soft skin
“Come on Roxy, laugh for me, that’s all you can do now”
“FFHHKKK YYUUFFF!!!!!!” she growled defiantly
“Well there is that to, but honestly this is more fun” he grinned
“FFRHHHKKK!!!!!!!” Roxy replied as she violently thrashed about trying to knock him and the horrible feathers away
“Isn’t this fun? And we have hours still to go” he grinned sadistically “Unless you want to answer my question?”

The question he referred to was correctly guessing his name which despite having been a regular patron at the coffee shop and seeing her almost every day she had never remembered, the wager was that if she correctly guessed his name the session would immediately stop but failure would mean an extra hour of tickling
“NNHHFFFF!!!!!!!” Roxy screamed back while still trying not to laugh as her face turned bright red
“Suit yourself” he replied as he quickened the feathers against the deep hollows
“GGDDDDDAAMMM IIHH!!!!!!!” Roxy growled
“Come on Roxy, let’s hear that cute laugh of yours” Thomas said, knowing how she really hated being called cute
“KKKLLFFFF YYYFFFF!!!!!!!!” came her angered response

Thomas decided it was time to get her to start laughing and there was a sure-fire way to do this as he moved away from her underarms and instead lightly flicked the tips of the feathers against her nipples. The reaction was instantaneous…

“HAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAA HAHAHAHHAHAAAA YOOYOOHOHOHOOHO FFAAAHHHCCKKHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!” Roxy howled as her entire body thrashed trying to knock away the invasive feathers
“Aw poor baby, does it tickle?”
“FFHAHAHAHAAAACCKK YOOOHHUUUU!!!!!!!” she screamed at him angrily
“I’ll take that as a yes” Thomas said calmly as he watched her breasts bouncing about trying to escape but he easily kept pace with them
“GGEGEHEHEHEHETTT AAWAAAAHHYYY FFRRAAAHAHAAMMMM MMAAAHAHYYY TTHIHIHIITTTSSS!!!!!!!!!!!” she bellowed

This continued for ten minutes and Roxy gasped for air when finally stopped, but her hopes of being left alone where quickly dashed when he calmly walked around her so he could stand in between her spread open legs instead and leaned close towards her once again, Roxy shook her head and began pleading for mercy as the feathers got closer and closer to her nipples once more
“please…please don’t…” she said in a terrified whisper, until they made contact “HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA GAHAHAHAHAHDD DAHAHAHAHAHAAMMNN IIHIHIHHTTT SSTTHHAHAAPPPPP YYOOHOHOHOHUUUU FFREEAHAHAHAHAHAAKKKK!!!!!!!!!”

“Not exactly endearing yourself to me with that filthy mouth, are you?” Thomas replied bluntly
“FAHAHAHAHAHHAHCCKKKKK SSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPPPP YOHOOHOHOOO AAHAHAHAHAHSSSHHOOOHOHOLLLEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Roxy squealed back, her upper body violently shifting from side to side making her breasts bounce about furiously
“Your nipples are so ticklish! And they look so much nicer without those piercings don’t you agree?”
“HAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!” was all Roxy replied, laughing too much now to answer
“I agree, and look how hard they have gotten, one would think you were actually enjoying this!”

Roxy felt like she was ready to pass out when he finally stopped
“hhaahaa hahaha…pphhlleeeasssee…noohohooo mmoohohorre…iihhmmm soohoorryy ooohohkk?” she sobbed, tears now streaming down her face and her body glistening with sweat
“I’d like to believe you, but I don’t my dear” he replied casually
“YOU SADISTIC FUCK!!!!!!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!! MY FRIENDS WILL FIND ME AND MAKE YOU PAY!!!!!!!!!” she screamed at him
“I’m trembling” he replied nonchalantly as he sat himself down in a chair and clicked a button on the control panel

“NO!!!!!!” Roxy cried as the lower parts of the X frame that her legs were bound to began moving closer together until they were fully side by side… which meant that both her feet were now directly facing him
“Shall we begin?” he grinned sadistically
“NO! GET AWAY!!!!! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY FUCKING FEET YOU FREAK!!!!!!” Roxy screamed at him as he looked over them, they were wide size 6’s with pudgy toes, normally they would have been protected by the thick leather boots she nearly always wore but they were long gone now and due to them it meant her skin was quite pale. Her toes were covered in black nail polish befitting her punk nature and although they had initially been chipped and her skin a bit calloused Thomas had arranged for Roxy to spend her first day at the Dungeon’s pedi-room to get her feet cleaned up and now they were flawless. Her toes were also adorned with three toe rings, two on the right foot and one on the left and an silver anklet on her left ankle that he had allowed her to keep as he liked how they both accented her feet and served as a reminder of her old life and attitude that had brought her here. Lastly, they were covered in expensive high denier sheer black nylons that heightened every touch upon her skin

Thomas watched as her feet flailed about in front of him in fear
“NO!!!! DAMN IT DON’T!!!!!!!!” she cried out as she used all her strength to try and kick free, but the restraints were far too strong for her. She then watched as he began looking though the box of tools on the floor by his chair and selected a toothbrush in one hand and a makeup brush in the other
“Ready?” he asked, holding them inches from her feet
“NO!!!!!!! WAIT I WANT TO GUESS!!!!!!!!!” she then blurted out

Thomas looked at her with a raised eyebrow
“Oh? You sure of that?”
“YES!!!!! AND IF I WIN YOU DON’T TICKLE ME AGAIN!!!!!!” she cried, praying he would keep his word
“Aright Roxy…what’s my name…” Roxy bit her lip, she truly had no idea! While she recognised him from the coffee shop she always just called him “The Snob” or “Mr Pretentious” under her breath … how the hell was she meant to know this psycho’s name?!
“Ten seconds Roxy” he said
“ALRIGHT!!!! Its…its…Peter…” she said hopefully, praying with every fibre of her being she was right

The feeling of soft bristles against the sheer fabric covering her arches meant she knew she was wrong
“Sorry Roxy, good try though”
“YYAYAYAYAAHAAAHAHHAOOOOOUU BBAAHAHAAHSSTATATAAHHHDDDDD!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as the soft bristles teased against her soles “GEGEGGEGEEHHHHTT AAWAAAAHAHAYYYY!!!!!!!” she added while trying to kick them away, however he simply stopped tickling and reached for a leather strap attached to her right ankle cuff which had a metal ring on the other end
“NO DON’T!!!!!!!” she growled as he forced the ring onto her big toe which immediately inhibited her movement and leaving her foot practically immobile
“GET THIS THING OFF!!!!!!!” she snarled while trying to thrash her foot about, but it could only move a few inches in any direction now given the tautness of the strap

Despite her best attempts to evade him Thomas quickly managed to slip the other ring on left big toe as well rendering both feet unable to move very much
“Let’s continue” he said smugly as he brought the brushes back
“FHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHCCCCKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!” Roxy cried with laughter as the bristles now moved uninhibited against her soft soles, she had always hated how ticklish her feet were and hated how this psycho was able to make her laugh with such light touches, and she knew this was just the beginning of her torture!

“It really is nice seeing you laugh for a change, you were always so dour in the shop”
“SCCHHRHRHEEWWW YOOHOHOHUUU!!!!!!!” she snorted angrily
“And your laughter is intoxicating, I could listen to it for hours… in fact I think I will”
“IIIHH AALWWAYAYAHHYYYSS KKNNHHEHEWWW YYOOHOHOO WHAHAHAHEEREEE AAHAHHA PPEEEHHRRRVVV!!!!!!!” Roxy shouted at him, her legs kicking furiously along with her upper body despite knowing she couldn’t escape
“Well how does it feel to be right? It’s not exactly going to save you from a lifetime of tickle torture though”
“IIHHHH SSWWEEHEHHAAARRR IIHHLLL GGEEEEHHTTT OOUUHHTTAAHHH HHEHEHERREEE!!!!!” she cried back
“If I had a nickel…” he grinned as he kept tickling away

Thomas continued lightly teasing her arches with the brushes, this was only a prelude to what was to come, and he liked ramping up the tension with his playmates
“I think it’s time for these” he said aloud as he switched tools to a pair of electric toothbrushes
“NO!!!! PLEASE NO!!!!!!” Roxy shrieked, she absolutely hated the damn toothbrushes and how they felt against her nyloned skin, her entire body shivered as she heard them switch on and start buzzing
“WAIT!!!!!!” she screamed just before they touched her
“Yes?” he said quizzically
“Look I’m really sorry ok? Like really really sorry! You don’t have to do this…I’ve learned my lesson and if you let me go I swear you’ll never see me again…I’ll leave town forever I swear!” she looked at him pleadingly before adding “And if you want I can make you feel like, really good you know? I had an ex who was into all sorts of kinky shit and I’d do anything you want!”
“That’s certainly a tempting offer” Thomas said calmly, only to then press the brush heads deep into the centres of her arches “But no thanks”

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA YOOHOHOHOHOOHUUU FFAHAHAHAAUUCCKKHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAEERERRRR!!!!!!!! !” Roxy screamed as her back arched in response
“Sticks and stones” was all Thomas said in response as he started moving the brushes in circles around her arches
“GAGGAGAGAGAGHHDDD DDAHAHAHAAMMNNN IIHIHIHTTT SSTSTHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!!!!!!!” Roxy wailed as her feet continued trying to move and strained against the straps
“You’re not getting away from me my little tickle toy” he grinned
“YYAHAHHAHAHAAUUURRRREEEE IIHIHHNNASSHSHSHAANNNEE!!!!!!!!” she argued as he started working over the balls of her feet

After ten minutes there Thomas then began to target his favorite spot, her toes, as he softly moved the brush heads against the base of her bound big toes
“EEHEHEHHEHEHEE!!!!!!! NNOOOHHH NNOHHOOTTT THHEEEHHERREEE!!!!!!!” Roxy pleaded, he loved tickling her there during their sessions and delighted in her helpless pleas for mercy as she laughed for him
“Oh? And why’s that?” he said knowingly
“BEEHEHECCAAUUHSEEE IIHHHTT TIIHIHICCKKLLEEESSS!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed
“That’s not really my problem, tell you what… if you can repeat my usual order maybe I’ll stop”
“YYOHOOHOHOO BABABAHAHHSSTTAAHHHDDD!!!!!!!”

Thomas knew she wouldn’t be able to get it right, he ordered the same thing every day but there was a 1 in 3 chance of it being wrong with nothing more than a shoulder shrug if he said anything

“Let’s get all those cute little toes now” he then said, watching as Roxy’s toes immediately began scrunching up defensively, but he was able to work the toothbrushes against them before getting in between them causing her to swear blind at him as he started tickling her worst spot
“HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETTT OOOOUUUUTTAAHAHH MAMAMAHHYYY TOOEOOEOEOEOOSSSSS!!!!!!!” she seethed as she vainly tried kicking the invasive bristles away as they continued moving against the soft, sheer fabric and sending her into spasms of laughter
“HHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHA LLALAAATTTEEEHHAAEEE!!!!!!!!!!” she cried, hoping this was right
“Sorry no”

Deciding to focus on one foot at a time Thomas then used both brushes on the toes of her right foot, causing her to shriek for mercy
“HHAHAHAHAAA SSTTAHHAPPP!!!!! EENNOOUGGGHHH NNOHOHOOHOHOOWWW!!!!!!” she cried
“Oh, its far from enough Roxy... And we still have your other foot to play with still”
“NOOOHOHHOOOOO NOOHOHOOOOO MMOHOHOHOOHORRREEE!!!!!!!!” Roxy pleaded as she shook her head from side to side, she felt ready to pass out, but he just kept on tickling

Thomas then placed one brush on the base of her trapped big toe which tried desperately to push away while the other brush continued against her other toes and then started working in between them causing her to shriek each time
“Aw your toes are so ticklish! I’ll have to remember to request the stocks with the toe bindings next time to keep them from moving about so much so I can really tickle them!” he said
“GHAHAHAHHAAAAADD NOOHOHOHOOOOO!!!!!!!” Roxy wailed, terrified at the very thought of this!

Thomas spent 20 minutes tickling just her toes and the gaps in between with the toothbrushes and his own fingers before allowing Roxy a brief respite as he moved over to her other foot and looked through the box of tools
“phheellleeassee…” she gasped, “cahahaapaahhchhiinnooo….” she added desperately
“Nope sorry, good try though” Thomas replied as he held up a large hairbrush and winked
“NO! PLEASE NO MORE!!!! PLEASE HAVE MEHEHEHEHEHEHRRRCCCYYYY!!!!!!!!” Roxy tried to say, until the stiff bristles were dragged up and down her foot rendering her unable to speak coherently

Roxy’s foot thrashed as much as the strap would allow trying to get away, however Thomas simply gripped the top of her foot in his left hand to hold it still as he continued dragging the brush with his right one
“Aw trying to wriggle away huh?” he said menacingly
“HAHAHHAAHAAA IIHIHIHIHI HHAHAHAHAHAATTEEE YOOOOUUUU!!!!!” Roxy seethed, all her strength focused on trying to break free of his grip but she simply couldn’t. Then to make things even worse he began using the brush directly against her toes only
“GGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHDDDDD NOONOHOHOHOHOOHHOOOO!!!!!!” she howled as the stiff bristles moved against every possible inch of her ticklish skin

Eventually he began using the brush against both her feet at once and by the time Thomas finally stopped Roxy’s face and neck were crimson from all the laughter and large rips had appeared on the nylons from the bristles
“hahahaaa hhahaa…noooohhooo….moohohoorree….” she gasped “iiiihh cahhannnt taahhakkee iihht…” she added
“Well we would stop now…” he said calmly as he held up a long white feather “Except…”

Roxy felt her heart in her throat as she saw the feather
“No…please not that…” she cried as tears welled up in her eyes while he pressed the controls and she found the X frame opening once more to spread her legs apart and he moved his chair closer towards her mound, perfectly exposed to him due to the crotchless nylons
“Shall we begin?” he grinned as he twirled the feather about menacingly

Roxy was too terrified to answer, but then let out a banshee like wail as the feather was lightly brushed against her clit
“OOOHOHOOHOHOOHOHOHOHOH SHHIHIHIHIHIHIHHIITIITTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as the feather gently swiped against her, she absolutely hated this sadistic torture but could do nothing to stop it, until
“OOHOHOHOoohohohohohooOOOOOHOHOHOHOOH!!!!!” she moaned loudly “GEHEHEHEHETT AAWAAHAHYY FROOOHHMM THHEREEEE!!!!!!!” she then said angrily as she continued trying to shout at him, although another gentle swipe brought her back to moaning
“OOHOHOHOHOOOO GHGHAHAHAHHAHDDDD!!!!!!!”
“Sounds like you can’t make up your mind”
“SCREW YOOHOOHOHHUHHUUUU!!!!!!!!” Roxy tried to argue, only to be interrupted by another swipe

Thomas continued slowly moving the feather between her legs as Roxy’s body quivered and her hips
moved about
“NOOO DOOHHNNTT!!!!!” she begged but he kept going, now flicking the feathers tip against her clit
“OOHOHOHOHO GAAHHAHADD IIHHMM GOOHHANANANAAAA….” she moaned, then shrieked as he suddenly stopped
“NOOOOOOOHOHOOOO!!!!! PPHLHLEEAASSEEE!!!!! NOOOHHTT AAGGAAHHAINNN!!!!!!” she wailed, knowing that he was going to play his favourite game with her – tease and denial

“YOYOOOUUHHH BAAHHAHASSTAAHAHRRRDDD!!!!!!” she screamed angrily “IIHHH HAHATATEEE YOOOHHUUU!!!!!!” she screamed as she felt the orgasm escape her, only for him to immediately bring the feather back and flick it against her again
“NNOOOHOHOHO STTHHHAAPPPP IIHHTTT!!!!!!!” she wailed as the feather teasingly moved against her clit once more

Roxy was trapped in a world of unending torment, her body brought to the very edge of an orgasm, only to be denied at the last second before she could climax each time as he pulled the feather away over and over again with no respite… all she wanted was to do was cum and this sadistic bastard just would not let her! Roxy had no idea how long this continued for or how many orgasms she was denied as he expertly teased her with the feather, but by the end of it she was totally exhausted
“Well that was a fun session wouldn’t you agree?” Thomas said as he stood up
“faahhhckkkk…yoohohou…” she growled, to drained to even look up at him as he stood up

“ennooughhh nnoohww…jusshhhtt goohoo…” she sobbed, actually wishing to go back to her cell just to be left alone
“Oh I’m leaving now, but you’re not”
“WHAT?”
“Don’t you remember you guessed my name wrong before?”
“OH NO!”
“Yep, that means an extra hour of tickling for you” he then started rummaging through the box “But I have a meeting so my friends will take care of you

Roxy watched in terror as he held up some bullet vibes and a roll of body tape
“NO PLEASE!!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!!!!”
“I asked if you wanted to guess, you knew the risks” was his reply as he switched on one bullet vibe and taped it to her arch making her shriek as it buzzed away relentlessly. Try and she might she was helpless to stop him taping more to her other arch, big toes, behind her knees, inner thighs, underarms and nipples leaving her with two X tapes over her breasts
“TTAHAHAHAHAHAHNNN TTHTHHEEEMMM OHOHOOHOHOOOOFFFF!!!!!!!” Roxy screamed, shifting about trying desperately to dislodge them
“Sorry I have a meeting to get to, the orderlies will be here in an hour or two to get you cleaned up and back to your cell” he said before looking to her feet “Uh oh, looks like someone will be getting a reprimand for ripping her nylons” he said
“THTHTHTHHTHHAHAATTSSS NOONOHOHOOHTT FAAIAIAIAIRR!!!!!!!!” she argued but he wasn’t listening
“Well I’m off but I’ll see you same time tomorrow!” and with that he walked towards the door, grinning to himself while thinking about how tomorrow for her one week anniversary here he would reveal the injection to make her permanently ticklish forever that she would be given, already imagining the look on her face

"Night!" he called as he walked out, leaving Roxy trapped in the madness of the Nylon Dungeon!

Michal Stawski the Polish 20yr old out on parole had broken probation and whether or not he wound up incarcerated again up to me and he knew it and sat on my sofa asked him why he was such an idiot and he couldn't answer me and I told him that I saw me having no option but to report the violation and the lad was desperate to stay free promising he'd respect the rules and to give him one more chance but I told him how could I trust him? Michal looked at me wondering what he could say or do.

The delinquent very familiar with knives, gang fights and petty crimes I asked him if he thought that he ought to be punished and there being a price to pay?" He nodded his head agreeing silently he did merit punishing. "You just don't want incarceration right hmmm!" I said looking at the handsome 6' lad menacingly. I have details of your crimes and other information including a homophobic attitude and saying this he gave me a wary look as I smiled.

"I've touched a nerve saying that right Michal and I have to say I find it odd as you at one time sold yourself, yes Michal I know about it and found it odd you being a rebel tough boy that you'd market yourself and researching your background that you met with guys you were submissive for, interesting I would have thought you would choose to be dominant!"

Michal looked at me shocked that I had clearly looked back at his history since moving to Chicago from Krakow and told him this kind of information leaked would do him no favours at all and smiled at the look of angst on his face as he knew this himself, Michal what if other inmates got to know this and even police officers you have given problems too as well as the gang members you hang with!"

"Please please it was necessary to earn money years ago, no more now!" he said

"2013 so not many years ago Michal and I am sure with your looks and physique you were popular with clients and want this information kept secret and it will be Michal as we'll share secrets! I have been busy Michal and with connections have your medical examination details from 'Langtonville Detention Centre' which intrigued me, yes interesting reading but to gain my silence you earn it so strip down to your underwear and socks now!"

Michal's face a picture and he about to say something but I told him to shut up and obey or he would face the consequences, all of them and he knew he had no choice and slid off his nike sneakers, jeans and teeshirt and faced me in dingy, once white sports socks and black underwear. I told him to use the toilet and then he was marched to the bedroom and told to lie on the bed he reluctantly did so and was soon tightly secured and I smiled at him. His socked feet smelling awesome and triggered my lust as I leaned into them and sniffed them deeply and smiled seeing his expression of disgust which was priceless knowing his feet trapped, even socked being exposed and vulnerable!

"Now Michal my neighbours are away and so nobody will hear you yell as it seems you have a bizarre weakness I fully intend exploiting thoroughly as you failed the 'Babinski' test three times!" I said facing his size 13 socked feet and telling him his feet having a strong male aroma. His socked toes involuntarily wiggling as I stared at him saying he found himself submissive again and wondering what his fellow gang members would think, seeing him in such a vulnerable and helpless position.

"The doc has written boldly UNBELIEVABLY ticklish so your feet overtly sensitive to the medical reflex test which Michal excites me as everyone has secrets and mine is that I have a predilection, an obsession with guy's feet and especially when they're big, smelly and sensitive as these are! A frequent visitor in various police stations, those encounters I'm sure not tea-parties Michal and incorporated beating but guaranteed not the torture that will really get to you 'Tickle Torture' but my intention is to have you swearing, begging, screaming and maybe even crying, weak and exhausted as I will not be showing leniency!"

"I want to see you, the tough street lad with attitude humiliated from something as childish as tickling even broken from it and you bound so unable to stop me as I indulge in a session of prolonged tickling, really inflict this tormenting torture on you, tickled so relentlessly, laughing so hard you yell like a bitch, fuck my dick is getting stiff now Michal!"

"Please you're joking no it will kill me please no, please don't no please I can't stand to be tickled Vince no please no!"

I leaned into both socked feet again and deeply sniffed his right foot then left foot and told him that I liked to take my time and to savour the feet I worked on but he going nowhere anytime soon looked at him as I breathed in his strong and appealing foot smell and that his white nylon socks were perfect as warm and sweaty they stuck to his feet so I was able to see the contours of both feet clearly and his toes and wondered had he ever had anyone even female pay attention to his feet but seeing his expression adding I guessed not as they being so sensitive, it would not be a pleasurable experience for him and that raping his virgin feet was going to be mine.

"I suppose you want me to get on with it Michal as you know it's going to happen and there's nothing you can do to stop it and it's going to be hell for you but it is meant to be as it's punishment and it something I will tell you I am good at and what is it Michal? Come on tell me, come on or it will be made worse than it's already intended on being, so what is it?"

"Nooo please noooo Hahahahaa Okay yes okay tickling!"

"That's it Michal and let's stroke both socked soles like I just did and you be a brave boy and grin and bear it!" I teased very lightly stroking both socked feet from heels up to his toes and down again and running a finger along the inside of each socked foot as I saw him squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw.

"Mmmm these straight feet smell so good Michal Mmm I like the way you are wiggling your socked toes before I start so teasing me are you, well you aren't going to get much sleep tonight as you'll be intensively tickled by me and I can sense your feet being soft and smooth and will become more and more ticklish and there is no worse torture for extra ticklish feet than having them constantly tickled, an undocumented sleep deprivation technique and one amusing to employ on the unsuspecting victim!"

All the while verbally taunting Michal I very lightly tickling his socked feet, it was a nightmare for him and he must have hated me as my fingers sadistically stroked his feet up n' down his soles, along his high arches and over the tops of his toes and even socked gripped the toes of one foot and ran fingers of my other hand under his toes and then repeated the tease on his other foot as he tried in vain to hold back his laughter and I saw this. With one finger I lightly tickled under his socked toes and then ran my fingers up and down the socked soles as he tried to pull away and tickled his toes faster. I tickled, tickled, and tickled

"Michal c'mon giggle, it tickles, it really, really tickles coooochie coooochie coooo fuck it tickles tickle, tickle!" I taunted him

"HAHAHAHHABAASTARDAHAHAHAAHSTOOOPITAHAHAHAHAHANOOOH AHAHAHA!" Michal lost it as I knew he would

"I own you right now Michal, you're nothng more than a ticklish toy for me to play with and no escape, I am in full control of the game and dominating you with so little effort it's embarrassing as you're supposed to be this big tough gangsta but one with such an humiliating weakness I can use on you to get anything I want from you; anything!"

My saying this, Michal's screaming laughter turned into begging laughter as stopping the tickling I was intent on examining every inch of his feet, his high arches, seen through his socks, his long toes and began sucking on both big socked toes simultaneously which made him gasp and cringe and determined to trying to anyway pull his feet away from me but as I told him, his feet were going nowhere and ignoring his protests I sucked on his other socked toes and kissed and licked and nibbled them as he writhed on the bed. I sucked his socked feet from the bottom to the top, from ankle to toes, enjoying the smell and taste of his feet. His unbearably ticklish, sensitive soles being lickled saw him making futile attempts to evade his socked feet being orally enjoyed by me which encouraged me to lickle tthem both more naturally!

I then grabbed the fabric of his Nike socks and slowly peeled each one off loving the fact of he powerless to stop me! The sweaty odour of Michal’s soft, smooth big feet I found awesome, their musky scent turning me on and I ran a finger along the sole of his right foot and then his left one. The nerves in his feet being awakened and his feet shuddering at my touch as not only is Michal ticklish on his feet, he's mega ticklish and a real tender-foot. One by one his feet enjoyed by me just playing and teasing and tormenting them to maximum effect and his reaction perfect, being as if I was electrocuting his feet and from just finger stroke from me and I was eager to deploy all ten of my fingers to the rest of his feet to really torment him as he forced himself to clench his teeth as my one finger from each hand traced each bare sole feeling his fit body tense as he filed in attempts to pull his feet away from my tortuous tickling fingers.

I stopped tickling and instead began an intensive foot massage on his sensitives soles. I then having fondled his bare feet and ignoring his verbal protests decided to use my finger-tips to torment his awesome feet and enjoyed looking at his smooth and lickable soles and suckable toes compact toes knowing him being homophobic but also completely at my mercy so agreeing with all my pervy ideas for his big feet, his really ticklish feet! I told him to tell me to tickle his feet as I was continuing to finger stroke his feet, so was teasingly, tormenting them and sniffing them!

"Michal tell me to tickle your feet, say it now Vince tickle my feet!" I told him "Say it Michal say it!"

Michal's lips remained shut until lightly I used all five fingers on each foot in turn and sipder tickled his soles starting at his toes and stroking the feet down to the heels and finding his toes, the balls of his feet and the centre of his soles the most ticklish places and see he is making a solid effort to act tough and like that, the challenge of it! I commenced slowly stroking his soles, fingers sliding the length of his feet unmercifully as he shreked with laughter which had me so excited and told him his dirty, delinquent feet had me horny as hell and there no way I was going to stop doing everything I wanted to do with them and he could beg and plead with me as much as he liked but his feet both mine to savour and enjoy!

"C'mon Michal ticklish Michal, tell me you're ticklish, how you hate this tickling shit but still ask me to tickle your feet, I'll be tickling the fuck out of these extremely ticklish feet anyway but humour me and ask me to do it!" I told him eye level with his feet and using all ten of my fingers, a hand on each foot and scraping my fingers over his soft, sweaty feet and stroking in between his toes and Michal desperate to escape but fighting to hold in his laughter but finally tormented yelled

"SHIT!STOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!”

For Michal tickling him is humiliating and embarrassing as he being so horrendously ticklish it's agonising for him made obvious to me from his bucking and squirming on the bed and I did not pause the tickling torment as his laughter became more wild and unhinged, communicating his desperation but laughing so hard, unable to beg me to stop.

“FUCK!FUCK! SHIT!OK! OK! ILL SAY IT! VINCE TICKLE MY FEET HAHAHHAHAAVINCE HAHATICKLEHAHAMYFEETHAHANOOHAHAHA!"

Smiling my face close to both of his convulsing feet I indulged in tickling them eagerly and his expression showed me as his mouth being wide open that he even surprised anything could tickle him this badly, that I could use and abuse him by tickles as his toes splayed and clench wildly and involuntarily! Michal laughing so hard being unable to utter an intelligible word.

"NOOOAHAHAHAHA OK! OK! VINCEAHAHATICKLEMYAHAHAHAFEEEEETNOOAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

Michal's reaction was so hot, finding his feet so hideously ticklish using my fingers and told him he asked me to do it as I loved seeing him suffer from my merciless tickling of the soles of his feet especially, a real sense of satisfaction and told him as much as as he had enjoyed dominating and controling the men he had and had robbed houses with no thought for those this personal intrusiveness violated! I stopped the tickles and teased him again.

"I have read how you never left telling footprints on your house-breaks as you removed your shoes and worked in your socked feet so I guess lucky for you that an occupant never caught you as how easy it would have been for them to punish you Michal by just stroking your socked feet and then peeling off your socks and working over your bare feet, you'd have soon learned the error of your ways but I also learned something in your psychological report, that you shared a cell for three months and saying you were forced to orally service your cell mate but never said how he succeeded in gaining your compliance but let me guess, he found you have ticklish feet right Michal "no..NO!!! N-N-NOT M-MMY FEET! M-MY FEET ARE SOO TICKLISH.. PL-PL-PLEASE DONT!" Michal yelled

I was tickling under his toes with my fingertips as giggling immediately and squirming on the bed I tickled along his bare arches and across the middle of his soles saying he best tell me or his feet would really be tickle tortured. I continued stroking the soles of his feet as his body shook and he giggled incessantly. My seeing how ticklish Michal's feet were I was lightly tickling under his toes and stroked his soles as his body reacted violently and his giggling became more wild and frenzied as I ran my fingers along the soles of his big feet. He becoming desperate and his voice becoming higher pitched from the deep teen voice to that of a school girl when I refused to stop the demented tickling unless he told me the truth.

“OK! STOP! “I'LL TELL IT! I’LL TELL IT“STOP! STOP! OK!”

Michal said he never knew why but his cell mate then for just two days Bryce must have noticed his socked feet sticking out from the end of his bed. Michal having been placed in Bryce's cell and Bryce the Daddy of the wing not happy about this having made Michal feel uneasy in there and that night had woken him immediately lightly stroking both socked soles and then threatened him saying that Michal was going to do anything and everything he was told to do or else he would suffer and not just in the cell but out of it as Bryce reminded Michal of his authority on the wing which the 23yr old skinhead had.

Michal then said that Bryce forced a dirty sock into his mouth to gag him and he did not know how but Bryce had straps, leather ones he used to secure Michal's ankles to the bed. Michal later finding out the prison officers knew about them and in fact had supplied them as he kept order on the wing and had fun, all kinds of fun with cell mates that they turned a blind eye to. Once gagged and secured on his stomach Bryce had ripped off Michal's socks and he had started laughing uncontrollably as soon as Bryce attacked his bare feet.

As he zealously tickled the soles of Michal's bare feet, his body was racked with undeniable surges of a hellish need to laugh as Bryce maliciously and cold heartedly stroked his very ticklish soles. Michal said he fought like a wild animal to escape the bondage but he could not make any progress as though gagged he was driven to maniacal laughter as Bryce worked over the tender soles of his large bare feet as Bryce kept remarking on. Michal saying he knew he wasn't the first guy to be dominated and controlled by Bryce this way as his attacker's experienced hands quickly found the most sensitive areas on his bare soles and stayed ruthlessly focused on tickling those places.

Michal telling as the torture continued he having fought against the bondage initially realised he was trapped and became angry and then frustrated having no way of stopping Bryce as he maliciously and enthusiastically stroked both of his bare soles and his toes. From that night Michal finding his bare feet vulnerable to Bryce would tell him what sex acts he wanted Michal to perform and his method of persuasion a simple one. If Michal hesitated, resisted or refused, his bare feet tickle tortured until he agreed to meet his demands as being so ticklish something not hard for him to gain!

"You seem nervous remembering that Michal and now your feet bare and vulnerable to my whims Mmm such hot n' sweaty feet Michal and seems something Bryce wasn't interested in, the smell of your feet and oh yeah the taste of your feet!" I said as I was massaging his feet, really feeling them up and making him moan and not because he was enjoying it but because he wasn't as I told him I loved having his feet both mine to enjoy and sucked on Michal's big toes and licked his bare soles and then indulged in sucking on all ten of his toes and licking the soles of his bare feet!"

As I licked the length of one foot, I told Michal that I liked the way the toes twitched and sole wrinkled of the foot not being lickled by me and alternated from foot to foot to orally service them both thoroughly and the lickling had him howling with laughter and indulged in lickling the soles of his feet. The taste of Michal's warm, big feet was incredible and I relished taking his toes ito my mouth one by one and giving them a good suck which seemed to tickle the hell out of him. Under the threat of more tickling Michal submitted his feet to a tongue bath from me and when told to he splayed his toes so my tongue slid in between them all as much as he really hated this as I relished reminding him!

"Mmmm two such big, handsome feet Michal that are perfect for sensual fondling and and sweaty enough to entice my tongue to lick in between them and savour their salty taste and suck and nibble them and then lick up and down both your soles and now you tell me you want me to tickle your feet and make my day! I love hearing you laugh as I enjoy these tender feet indulging in subjecting you to the cruel torture tickling I relish in delivering to them both Michal! I want to break you and tickle you insane, thrill using your weakness of super sensitive ticklishness against you and your weakness tough guy, only yourself to blame being so ticklish all over these gorgeous feet!

"BastardHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Say it Michal, say it I can be very persuasive!" I said lightly running my fingers up n' down the soles of his feet."Something the matter Michal? Anything you want to say? Hmm?" I taunted Michal

"HAHAHFUUCKOK VINCEHAHAHNOOOSTOOPHAHAOKVINCETICKLEHAHAMYFEEETAAH AHHAHA!"

"That's it you're learning and it's such fun breaking you Michal!" I teased slowly and steadily stroking the right sole by my face and having a good sniff of it as spidering my fingers along the sole seeing his toes twitching and spidered my fingers along the sole of his left foot and stroked under his toes and teasing his sensitive sole and focused on his arches and toes and stroked in between his toes.

"NONODON'TNONONONONONHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

I changed my focus from both feet to one foot and using ten fingers tickled his right foot, stroking the arch and his wrinkling sole and rubbed the ball of his foot and glided my fingers under his clenching toes. Then began to play with his left foot and pulled the toes back of each foot so whilst held taut and immobile gently with one finger stroked the sole and then did the same with his other foot. I then stroked my fingers along the sole of one foot and then the other and alternated from foot to foot and traced every line on each sole determined to leave no inch of either foot untouched, stroking his feet side to side and stroked under his toes and in between them as he became breathless and stopped.

"Let's give you break Michal but tell me who tickles your feet worse me or Bryce and be honest"

"YOU YOU!" Michal yelled and I asked why not believing him but asked why?

"He did not lick my feet, suck my toes!"

"Oh right you don't like that, why not? Does it tickle you the most?

"Mmmm now press your feet into my face Michal!" I said stroking the tops of both feet and he did and then alternating feet I kissed his toes and kissed the soles of his feet really angering him so then licked the length of his left foot and then right foot before enveloping the toes of his right foot in my warm mouth and lightly tickled his other foot and then gave his other foot oral and tickle attention, sucking on all of his toes and slithering my tongue in between them and alternated between using my tongue to lickle all of his toes and nibbling on each defenseless foot and finger stroking the foot not being lickled! I delivered a zig-zag lickle over each sole and grazed my teeth across his arches before then suckling on one toe after the other and then sucking them five toes at a time, mouthful by mouthful as his toes squirmed in my mouth.

Michal was becoming breathless so I gave him a break but told him to tell me another experience he had with Bryce his cellmate at 'Langtonville' and looking at my menacing expression knew he had no choice but not before telling me he didn't want to remember the times but taking both big toes into my mouth and sucking on them simultaneously was powerful in changing his mind! I told him I bet he hated me being so intimate with and close to his ridiculously ticklish feet and knowing I was going to be tickling and lickling them, how weird and uncomfortable it felt for him to know another man not only liking the ticklishness of his feet as Bryce had done but liked the smell and taste of them and could do nothing to stop me, another man from taking full advantage of being able to and began licking the soles of his feet and telling Michal that he would tell me what Bryce did to him!

"Ahh I see why you don't like me sucking your toes, what's happening here, your dick's hardening in your underwear Michal, I think you better start talking or it won't just be your toes I'm sucking but you'll be re-living memories when men's mouths assaulted your dick and not a time you want to remember do you?" I taunted as he shook his head and I took both his big toes into my mouth and sucked giving his big toes a blow job, bobbing my head up n' down on them and in between saying he should be glad it wasn't his dick being sucked! I then swirled my tongue aound the rest of the toes of Michal's right foot while my hand caressed and stroked his left foot and then alternated feet.

"Flex your toes Michal, flex them!" I told him and he immediately obeyed and I loved looking at his wrinkling soles.

I then ran my hands over his feet as he shut his eyes trying to hold still as my fingers danced over his soles and loved seeing his toes twitching as I ran my fingers over his bare feet, feet inticklish agony as I unmercifully ran my fingers over them. My intention being to create the greatest ticklish agony possibly for him and his feet my prisoners and me able to tickle them ceaselessly. Knowing Michal being so ticklish, knowledge I will milk for all it's worth and continued stroking his feet and told him unless he told me an experience with Bryce that the tickling would continue and become more and more intense and he nodded his head and I stopped the tickles to hear an experience that instantly had my dick stiff.

Michal said that Bryce tortured him one time with a tickler, he guessed being a prison officer who Michal's attitude had pissed off as many prison officers were angered and upset by him as he was trouble for them. Michal guessed Bryce must have told the officer his weakness as one night he was taken by them blindfold to another room which must have been in the basement as they'd taken him downstairs. Blindfold he had been secured to a restraint bed on his stomach and with straps so he could not move. Then his footwear and socks were removed and he heard Bryce's voice say

"Oh fuck that's going to do real damage and laugh loudly HA HAAAAAAAAAA!"

Michal guessed someone else was going to torture him. What then began was tickling torture of the variety he had never experienced as a hairbrush was scraped over the length of his right sole without mercy. Then his left foot so that the soles of his feet wrinkled and flexed as his whole body shook! This was extreme tickling and Bryce told him if he wondered what the tickler was using it was a hairbrush and he was told by Bryce that his masculine laughter was very exciting, enticing and inviting as the tickler wanted to hear him laughing and screaming and pleading overwhelmed with ticklish agony. Michal never knew who his tickler was but knew it was a prison officer. The tines of the hairbrush dragged the length of the soles of his feet from heels to toes being hellish! Brycle told him 'The Tickler' had said to him that he had really enjoyed tickle torturing two very responsive feet and making his victim suffer having such very ticklish and tender feet! I resumed lightly stroking the length of Michal's feet!

"Ah haaaaaaaa! Oh, please stopp it hahahha I can't stand it hahhahaha ahahah!"

I then told him that as horny as that got me that I didn't use hairbrushes as I liked skin on skin tickling as loving the smell and taste of sweaty feet like his and again began sucking Michal's toes, sucking wildly on his toes. My tongue was lashing all over his soles and then in between his toes. I licking up n' down the bare soles of his feet and my tongue weaved in and out between his toes and kept licking up and down both of his soles. Then molesting his feet saying I liked licking his feet and sucking his toes as they tasted so good! I bent his toes back so that I could suck up and down on his toes. I just continued licking along the soles of his feet which drove him berserk, licking up n' down and up n' down the soles of his tender feet hearing him laugh like a loon and so embarrassed and humiliated by every lick of his soles and suck on his toes!

I told him to try to forget it being another man and imagine a woman's mouth on his feet and enjoy the oral attention I was giving his feet as soon I would be tickling them again and I was true to my word and saw Michal endure an experience he'll never forget! Impossible for him to do as I kept a verbal chat going saying I loved a foot feast and especially warm n' sweaty ticklish feet like his were! Michal I learned even more ticklish having cum after enduring a feather teasing his dick and balls as I indulged in edging him, driving him so berserk that it drove him to beg me to stop and to tickle torture his feet and I accepting the invitation!

The feather quill drawn up and down Michal's soles made him him to laugh harder and harder with each stroke and it became overbearing and overwhelming for him especially sliding the feather end in between his toes, reminding him he'd requested it and resuming with finger tickling his feet interspersed with more oral attention to them but indulging me, he did escape prosecution for breaking his probation by his pleasing me and enduring the tickling, lickling for hours and his muffled screaming hysterically in reaction to the hellish tickling sensations I'd enjoyed subjecting him to enduring consistently and continually! Sliding fingers in between his toes and each foot held taut whilst the sole stroked violently by my fingers spider dancing the length of them really breaking Michal!

Hola TMFers!

We are back shooting with Anna and company now, and an excellent two-part series between the ridiculously cute Mati and a new model, her sister Carol!

Mati being the eldest she gets first crack to show Carol what intense tickling is all about, and has her tightly wrapped on the sofa, bare feet tightly straddled between her thighs and ready to laugh. We're a bit transfixed by the scene of Mati greeting the viewer at the start, just all doe-eyed, tattooed and about to wreak ticklish havoc on Carol's helpless bare soles for ten minutes straight.

And havoc is what Mati unleashes, using her experience to really torment Carol's feet, which are exceptionally ticklish. Mati likes to tease Carol a lot too, using some colorful language, as well as playfully making noises as she employs particularly effective tactics with her wicked looking pink and black nails, saying "chicky chicky chicky!" to which Carol replies with cries of "No!" followed by squeals of hysterical laughter. As if things could not get any more fun, Mati oils up Carol's soles and employs toothbrush (and sometimes her nails at the same time) to absolutely send Carol nuts, tickling her soles and between her toes mercilessly as we are treated to extreme close-ups of all the action and sounds unfolding!

Full clip and preview available at: http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/154...cbac08ffc2a749

Hope you enjoy DROP #354!

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im a age 20 Male college student looking for some tickle sessions or just adventures in general in LA this weekend or anytime to help me settle down after the long stressful finals and endless essays and projects im into anime and gaming so im kinda a nerd I preferably would like a female Lee since im a ler myself if anyone wants to chat and see how the vibes are like feel free to message me on here or ask for mt socials or if you just wanna drop some anime recommendation to

Long story short, I've moved! No longer in the midwest, but now in the Big Easy! New adventures are right on the horizon for me. I'm going to be shooting with a couple new models the 25th-28th of this month, and I'm really excited to be telling you all:


Stella Nox is an amazing person. she is insanely ticklish, has an absolutely magical laugh, and near perfect size 7.5 feet.

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Dylan Faye is a close personal friend of mine. She is tiny, but scrappy. She describes herself as "aggressively ticklish."

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Both of these women will be open for customs. you can email, or DM here.

also, if you have any suggestions for what you would want to see from these two, comment here.

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A long time ago, someone posted a free video here of a young lady having her feet tickled in a car by the now tried and true method of placing them through the headrest. At that time, it was novel, and it was indeed the first of those videos I had seen. The young woman was blonde and wore a hoodie, and she had a friend with her who told the tickler "When she says stop, she means it!". It looked like it was shot in the parking lot of a convenience store or something. I've done a search, but no luck. Does anyone have it?

Hallo guys

We're a couple from Belgium and we like RP and writing stories based on true characters and real facts. Tickling part can be a mix of real and fiction. You can be the main character in the Stories and we're the ticklers or Thierry can be a lee or you can be both.
We need you to give us a place, what kind of tickling you like, bondage or other activities and all info that could make the story as real as possible. You can personalize the story too we write it together if you want.
we wrote 9 stories in 3 yrs in French, dutch and English.
send us a PM

Confirmed ticklish as well as likes to tickle.

For a Q&A on her OnlyFans, someone asked her how she feels about tickling and if she was ticklish. She responded with: "Haha I am super ticklish, especially on my feet and around the side of my ribs it makes me uncontrollable I literally scream stoppp lmao. I also really like tickling people, its fun watching them squirm".

I meant to post this a while ago but forgot. Also I don't have a direct link to the specific post by her, so I'll just link her OnlyFans page. You would actually have to subscribe to her then search for a term like "ticklish" to find the post. I didn't want to screenshot the text (even if there's no images posted by her for that specific post) because I believe OnlyFans as well as users on there, are weird about that. Although I could do it later in the thread I suppose if someone here knows if that would be alright and informed me on here.

Anyway, thought this was cool (regardless of what you think of her. the internet, amarite?). Enjoy :)

Her page: https://onlyfans.com/belledelphine

Hello my friends and you are my friends...

Here's the latest release from Las Princesas de la Cosquillas on Patreon...

https://www.patreon.com/las_princesas_cosquillas

Delia Thinks she can Ruin Marbe

Here's a fun, actually extremely sensitive and fun two-pack series. It's basic stuff here, two very ticklish girls giving and receiving some foot tickling all while tied up on the chair.

The fun part about this story is that Delia is the one who contacted me, saying that she had a friend that she wanted to make a video with...that friend ended being one my favorites contact Marbe. I was laughing all to my self when Delia said that she was going to absolutely ruin this girl. I was fine with this, but I knew Marbe was going to extra cruel.

So for now, here's Delia ruining Marbe, as best has she can. As usual Marbe, is not having the most pleasant of times and foot tickling is really her possible thing to endure. Delia is having a world of time, making the much younger Marbe laugh thru hysterics here. Marbe is just a total dream girl, dream ticklee, dream everything....just a sweetheart really and her facial reactions are to go crazy for, she's always either in mute mode or disbelief mode, she's one of those ticklee's that you can control her mind depending on where you tickle her.

Delia (29) is playing a tune on Marbe (20) super soft size 5.5 and Marbe is becoming more and more of a wreck. By the time this clip comes to an end, you can tell that Marbe had just about quite enough and Delia's grin is about to become much more then that in the revenge clip :-)

https://www.patreon.com/las_princesas_cosquillas

Check out the pics and preview below :-)

https://vimeo.com/549414095/f6f7785d07

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Still one of my coolest :)
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Ticklish young pretty boy here looking for an experienced tickler to session with.

Both men and women are fine
No safe word needed
Can’t host but will travel

I'm a 25m looking to find a F tickling partner in my area! Never been able to find one so here goes nothing right? I specifically enjoy tickling of the ass/belly but if that's uncomfortable to you we can talk more!