Brooke Burke writhed upon the plush, silky surface as she shrieked her throat raw in hysterical laughter. But it was barely distinguishable among the deafening cacophony of horrendous hilarity of Tickle Hell’s eternally tickled residents. She could not bear the agonizing tickling sensations as probing fingers dug into her belly, sides and ribs. But this is what she must endure forever and ever for her sins.
In her life she was an ultra-successful supermodel. Her adorable face, lustrous hair, and lithe, trim body got her the modeling gigs most women could only dream of earned millions displaying her sexuality. How was she to know that modeling was equated with prostitution in God’s eyes and earned women an eternity of ticklish damnation in Tickle Hell?
Brooke Burke screamed for the umpteenth time between her boisterous guffaws as the tickling sensations assaulted her sanity, expressing her agony and frustration of the eternal tickle torture she could never escape. Her eyes were squeezed shut as tears seeped from them down her flushed cheeks and into her mouth which was stretched open to its widest to emit enormous bouts of laughter that couldn’t even come close to matching the ticklish agony crawling all over her sensitive skin.
She was under no restraints. There were not need for such since the magical disembodied hands that tormented her easily passed through her arms like phantoms, which were wrapped around her midsection in futile resistance to the tickle torture, to tickle her sensitive olive skin underneath.
Brooke Burke rolled over twice upon the giant mattress she shared with many other tickle-tortured women before she collided into yet another eternally tickled girl, little knowing it was Brittany Spears, also condemned to suffer eternal tickle agony for the sin of making money off of her body.
The two sexy girls huddled together as the tickling hands tormented their ticklish flesh, howling in their tortured laughter, both of them oblivious to each other’s celebrity, then rolled away from each other, continuing to suffer their eternal ticklish damnation.
As the years crept past, Brooke Burke received many visits from her fans she had driven mad with sexual frustration with her sexy body. Before, they could only masturbate over her gorgeous face and sexy body in their lives, but now, they could take their pleasure with her. One after another, they took turns tickling her sexy body as they straddled the cackling cutie, listening to her delightful laughter, as they looked down upon her adorable, scrunched up face. And the tickling sensations continued to assault Brooke Burke even as they entered the former supermodel, her skin now in a state of perpetual tickle torment; her every nerve alive with constant agonizing vellication.
In time, Brooke Burke began to loose all sense of reality except for the unbearably agonizing ticklish torment she was eternally doomed to suffer. She tilted her head back and screamed her laughter in a final expression of hopelessness and surrender of her sanity as she lost herself in her immense ticklish agony and continued to writhe with a multitude of others within the ticklish embrace of Tickle Hell.
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In her life she was an ultra-successful supermodel. Her adorable face, lustrous hair, and lithe, trim body got her the modeling gigs most women could only dream of earned millions displaying her sexuality. How was she to know that modeling was equated with prostitution in God’s eyes and earned women an eternity of ticklish damnation in Tickle Hell?
Brooke Burke screamed for the umpteenth time between her boisterous guffaws as the tickling sensations assaulted her sanity, expressing her agony and frustration of the eternal tickle torture she could never escape. Her eyes were squeezed shut as tears seeped from them down her flushed cheeks and into her mouth which was stretched open to its widest to emit enormous bouts of laughter that couldn’t even come close to matching the ticklish agony crawling all over her sensitive skin.
She was under no restraints. There were not need for such since the magical disembodied hands that tormented her easily passed through her arms like phantoms, which were wrapped around her midsection in futile resistance to the tickle torture, to tickle her sensitive olive skin underneath.
Brooke Burke rolled over twice upon the giant mattress she shared with many other tickle-tortured women before she collided into yet another eternally tickled girl, little knowing it was Brittany Spears, also condemned to suffer eternal tickle agony for the sin of making money off of her body.
The two sexy girls huddled together as the tickling hands tormented their ticklish flesh, howling in their tortured laughter, both of them oblivious to each other’s celebrity, then rolled away from each other, continuing to suffer their eternal ticklish damnation.
As the years crept past, Brooke Burke received many visits from her fans she had driven mad with sexual frustration with her sexy body. Before, they could only masturbate over her gorgeous face and sexy body in their lives, but now, they could take their pleasure with her. One after another, they took turns tickling her sexy body as they straddled the cackling cutie, listening to her delightful laughter, as they looked down upon her adorable, scrunched up face. And the tickling sensations continued to assault Brooke Burke even as they entered the former supermodel, her skin now in a state of perpetual tickle torment; her every nerve alive with constant agonizing vellication.
In time, Brooke Burke began to loose all sense of reality except for the unbearably agonizing ticklish torment she was eternally doomed to suffer. She tilted her head back and screamed her laughter in a final expression of hopelessness and surrender of her sanity as she lost herself in her immense ticklish agony and continued to writhe with a multitude of others within the ticklish embrace of Tickle Hell.
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