A little laughing gas story for your edification !
Anna was furious as she stomped into the secretary's lounge, her full body quivering with rage as she approached her three friends.
"That BITCH !!" she cursed.
Of course Jennifer, Connie, and Jill instantly knew who she meant; their supervisor, "The Executive Secretary" Pamela.
"What did snooty Pam do now ?" Jill asked.
"Just look at this !" Anna screamed as she forced a crumpled sheet of paper in front of Jill's nose. Smoothing the wrinkled mess flat, Jill realized it was Anna's annual evaluation; a very bad evaluation at that !
All three huddled close to read the report, and simply shrugged their shoulders at its contents.
"Same as ours, almost" Jennifer said.
"Looks exactly like mine.." quipped in Connie.
Anna slammed into a chair and continued to rant, "...What kind of CRAP is this ? ...flirting with male employees resulting in neglectful performance !!! HELL ! Half of these guys are so DAMNED ugly they make me want to puke ! Besides, I have busted my ASS for this company and now this brown-nosing spinster has the absolute GALL to write me an evaluation like THAT !"
Her light blue eyes scanned the faces of her three friends and made her all the more enraged. "What in hell is the matter with you three ? You know that's a complete LIE !"
They shrugged again, nearly in unison, and the chatter began to flow...
"...You know why she writes up our evals like that..."
"...just to justify our NOT receiving a pay raise..."
"...she's been doing that for years now...."
"...then receives a healthy bonus each year for keeping personnel costs down..."
The buxom blonde was apoplectic in her anger and exploded once again, "Well DAMNIT !!! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS !!!! THIS IS ILLEGAL !!!!"
Jennifer, a cute, demure brunette, grinned wickedly at the fuming Anna.
"If you buy us lunch, we MIGHT have an idea you'll like !"
***
Pamela Sabelle meticuously smoothed imagined wrinkles from her tight skirt as she preened in front of the mirror. Always the perfectionist, she demanded just as professional an appearance from herself as she did her employees.
"Those girls !" she thought to herself, "...always wasting the company's time and money by flirting with the men and shirking their work ! Giggling like school-girls all of the time and trading disgusting stories of their sexual encounters !"
Well, they'd likely never get a raise unless they adopted her highly professional attitude of completely ignoring those crass men and keeping their minds tightly focused on the business of the day.
Most of the girls thought of Pamela as a bitchy prude, which was in direct contrast to her physical appearance. She was a very busty redhead with milky white skin, a very narrow wasp-waist, full hips, and long shapely legs. At 40, she looked better than most 20 year olds. But her constant scowl, highlighted by her terse, disdainful manner, kept most everyone at a good distance from her.
She'd never married, never dated, and more than one person had wondered about her true sexual orientation, or if she even knew what sex was.
Secretly, she was insanely jealous of the girls that worked for her. They found it so easy to laugh and enjoy life. Willingly, even voraciously, they abandoned themselves to the sins of the flesh and delighted in their submissiveness !
A brief vision of her secretary's cavorting nude around her made her shudder and flush a deep crimson. Quickly she regained her composure and steeled herself against such thoughts. (Although the little devil that hides within all of us shot an arrow of quivering delight between her milky thighs)
After a deep breath, she sat once again behind her huge oak desk and reached for the telephone.
She picked up on Line 1 expecting a dial tone, but had inadvertantly joined a conversation already in progress...
"....at 5:00 O'clock at the old warehouse building !"
"You're KIDDING !! The whole Loading Dock Crew ???? WHAT A BUNCH OF HUNKS !!!!"
"I'm not kidding !!! I bet them that the secretarial pool could whip their asses at strip poker and winner take all !!"
"I'll be there ! And I'll spread the word to the rest of the girls ! Just be sure that BITCH Pamela doesn't find out !!"
Red faced and furious at that last remark, Pam quietly eased the phone back into its cradle.
"Soooo those little whores were going to engage in sinful debauchery on company time and company property, were they ???" Pam thought with vengeful wickedness. "Just the proof I need to fire that lot of ungrateful trollops and hire some TRUE professionals !!"
As the little devil in her mind flashed images of subservient secretaries that obeyed her every whim, Pam closed up her office and surreptitiously made her way to the old warehouse.
***
The company had abandoned use of the warehouse two years ago but had been unsuccessful in selling off the property. It was still used to store old desks and files but was rarely visited by anybody. Pamela decided to be there before the 'festivities' started, and with any luck, she'd be able to fire the entire lot of hedonists in one fell swoop ! (Dreams of a massive new bonus began to dance about her thoughts).
She had a key to one of the back doors and let herself in. The musty odors of long storage assailed her senses as she groped her way through the darkness. This took some time as the first floor was quite crowded with old desks and filing cabinets. After barking her shins a few times on hard edged items, she decided they wouldn't be using the first floor.
The second floor was nearly empty and her logical mind assumed they'd hold their little party up there. She proceeded slowly to the stairs only to find a bolted gate blocking her way !
"Darn it !" she cursed herself, she didn't have a key to this gate and for a moment, couldn't figure out how to get to the second floor.
"Of course !" she realized, "..the dumb-waiter !!!"
The warehouse had been built long before electric service elevators were economical. Pulleys and ropes were the norm back then and dumb-waiters were an easy way to move stock from one floor to the other. They were nearly as large as an elevator, and back then, burly men could haul on the counter-weighted ropes to drag the chamber up and down.
After much fumbling in the dark, Pamela found the old elevator. Its doors didn't open from side to side; rather, one released a latch and the doors split open horizontally from the center. Thick rubber bumpers edged apart as the redhead forced the creaking doors open; vainly trying to keep her high-heeled shoes from slipping on the smooth concrete.
Once inside, it was easier to pull up on the bottom of the door to pull the two halves together. Evidently they hadn't been used in some time and a little flexing removed a bit of the built up rust.
Pamela grabbed one of the two heavy ropes and pulled.
Nothing happened !
Again she pulled on the rope, and this time she felt a gentle shudder go through the car.
In frustration, and worried that she'd be discovered too soon, she reached up as high as she could, grabbed the rope with both hands, and dangled her entire weight upon the rope !
A definite "THUMP!" echoed through the car as it dropped about 4 inches !
Sheepishly, she realized she'd grabbed the wrong rope ! Shifting to the other rope, she again grabbed as high as she could, lept up a foot in the air, and pulled down with all of her weight !
The counterweights had already been loosened from rusted captivity and the dumb-waiter shot upwards about ten feet !
Pamela slammed ungraciously to the floor, her long nyloned legs splayed out in front of her ! She was halfway between floors and cursed her employees as she rose to dust herself off. A long run showed itself down the right leg of her pantyhose and her once neat business suit was now covered in blotches of white dust.
Fuming, the voluptious redhead once again tugged on the rope. And then tugged again when her efforts produced no movement whatsoever !
Frustrated, her Irish temper got the better of her and she jumped at the rope; dangling three feet off the floor in her effort to get the car to move again....
***
'NOW !!!!' Jennifer whispered to Connie as her friend deftly jammed a large screwdriver into the pulley assembly. It clanked with a satisfying finality and refused to budge another inch !
"I don't understand !!" Connie whispered fiercely to her friend.
"Just wait !!" Jenny replied, "...the fun is just about to start !"
Pointing to Anna, Jennifer nodded, and Anna smiled wickedly as she opened the valve on a large green tank.
For a moment, Connie thought it was an oxygen tank. But closer inspection revealed a label that read "N2O" on its face.
Her quizzical look brought a whispered explanation from Jennifer. "We're flooding the dumb-waiter with laughing gas !!!"
Connie's "O" of understanding was quickly followed by a smile of wicked intent.
***
Pamela jumped again and again at the immovable ropes and soon sat sprawled in frustrated exhaustion. Her once neat business suit was a dusty mess, her carefully coiffed hair danced about her face in stringy tanglets, and she'd gotten two more runs in her pantyhose ! Panting from her exertions, she tried to calm herself and think of a logical way out of her predicament.
She sat in almost total darkness; the only light she could see came from the top of the cab where she could see the bottom half of the doors that opened on the second floor. The top of the cab cleared the 2nd floor threshold by about a foot, but the lever that released the doors was easily two feet above that ! She could just barely see the lever if she pressed her face against the cold cement block of the shaft and peered upward through the four inch space separating the cab from the shaft.
She felt more relaxed now, despite her situation. In fact, she experienced a heady giddiness at the ridiculous situation she found herself in. If she could only pull on that lever, she might be able to shimmy herself out once the doors were pulled open.
Pam giggled a little and tried to pull her thoughts together. "Wish I had a rope or something I could throw over that lever !!"
She tittered gleefully and then clamped down on her giggles so no one would hear her. If they ever caught her like this she'd be so EMBARASSED that she'd just die !
Stifling her increasing desire to laugh, Pam happened to glance at the runs in her pantyhose and belatedly came up with an idea.
As her titters began to mature into girlish giggling, Pam reached under her hiked up skirt, snared the waistband of her pantyhose and began to peel them down over her ample hips. As her "L'eggs" lay bunched up around her ankles, she kicked off her high heels and slipped her hose from her bare legs.
***
Connie grinned with barely contained amusement at Jennifer who motioned her towards the outside of the second floor doors.
She whispered, "...wait until she manages to snag the lever at least once before you open the doors !!"
"But..." Connie whispered back, "...what if she's too gassed to snag the lever ?"
"That's allright, when she gets to that stage, she'll be so far gone in laughter she won't realize it wasn't her that opened the doors !!!"
***
Pamela should have thought of her situation as perilous and degrading but she was giggling so much that it all became a wondrous joke !
She leaned against the cement block of the shaft and stood on her bare tippy-toes while she flung her pantyhose again and again at the lever about three feet above her ! Instead of frustration at each miss, she giggled all the louder, like a little-girl playing a funny game !
Finally, as her giggles exploded into full blown laughter, her pantyhose caught on the lever and she pulled with what little strength she had left !
***
"Okay !! NOW !!" Jennifer whispered hoarsely to Connie. Connie tripped the lever to the second floor doors and they slid easily apart; the rubber bumper resting just about a foot below the top of the cab.
They both rushed out of sight, even though it was so dark on the second floor that no one could be recognized.
"You don't think she'll REALLY try to crawl out of there, do you ?" Connie asked laughingly.
"Does she have a choice ?" Jenny replied, "She'll TRY to crawl out of there all right, but I'll betcha she won't get very far !"
***
Pam laughed in delighted success as she heard the doors to the second floor slide open ! Despite the fact that she once again sprawled on the floor of the car, girlish giggles danced from her lips ! She should have been mortified at her appearance: bare legged, grease smudges on her face, disheveled hair, and running mascara. Instead she was laughing wildly, and for the first time in her life, enjoying the opportunity to act silly !
After dancing playfully around in her bare feet, the laughing redhead made to escape through the meager opening the second floor doors provided. Her nails grasped the rubber bumper and her feet pushed against the cement block of the shaft. Her head and shoulders made it through with no problems, but her massive breasts were a tight squeeze !
She kicked her bare legs wildly, and surprisingly, her fits of laughter aided her. As she gasped in much needed air, her torso contracted just enough for her to pull her breasts over the rubber bumper. She pushed a bit further and managed to get to that point where her hips pushed against the not so pliant rubber.
Unfortunately, Pamela's full hips would not prove to be a helpful asset at this point. She scrabbled with her long nails against the smooth tiles of the second floor and kicked her legs wildly but could not squeeze her ample hips through the small opening !
***
Jenny nodded with an evil smile at Connie and Jill and pointed to the staircase (to which THEY had a key) and turned to a wickedly grinning Anna.
"We'll just help her out a bit down below before YOU have to help her !" she said.
Anna gleefully kissed Jennifer on the cheek and with malicious intent, sat off to the side to watch the show.
***
Pamela tried every move she knew to wriggle herself out from the shaft but her large hips had her stuck quite firmly. Her blouse had hiked itself up near her bra so that she could feel the cool flexibility of the rubber bumper against her bare tummy and her struggles to squeeze her large breasts through the small opening had popped the top two buttons off her blouse. A dusting of freckles could be seen on the cleavage that jiggled and wiggled as Pamela continued to laugh helplessly.
Suddenly, Pamela exploded in gales of excruciating laughter ! Wildly she flailed her arms around, first trying to reach them back into the shaft, then slapping them furiously against the tile floor; trying in vain to grab anything that she could use to pull herself out of the shaft.
This was not the laughter brought on by the gas; this was the laughter of someone who was being mercilessly tickled !
"NOT MY FEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!" she squealed hysterically as her head and arms thrashed wildly around ! Anna stifled a wicked chuckle of her own as she watched the prim redhead explode in wild, helpless laughter ! She began to get a little excited when she imagined what the other three girls were doing to Pamela !
Jennifer, Connie, and Jill had forced open the first floor doors to the dumb-waiter and climbed into the car under Pamela. Delightedly, they saw their staid employer's bare legs flailing helplessly before them, exposing quite a bit of white silk panties in the process. They laughed fiendishly and took matters into their own hands !
Jennifer and Connie each grabbed an ankle and clamped it firmly under their arms while their long nails began a raking dance up and down Pamela's wrinkled bare soles ! Her pretty feet were so incredibly soft that it only took a second for their fiendish tickling to render the once haughty redhead into a helpless little girl !
Jill stood between Pam's spread legs and stroked her nails up and down the sensitive pits of her knees and up and down the backs of her fleshy thighs !
For ten minutes Pamela squealed and shrieked wildly until she was too exhausted to do more than lay there and wriggle and shake in silent, uncontrolled laughter.
In the absence of Pamela's loud wails and muscle-wrenching belly laughs, Anna could clearly hear the unmistakeable sound of ripping fabric !
While Jennifer and Connie continued to tease the soft bare soles of their now quite helpless boss, Jill reached up to the small of Pamela's back and found the zipper to her oh so professional skirt. She unzipped it as far as it would go, then pondered the wriggling buns before her. Nodding in decision, Jill grabbed a handful of waistband with both hands and yanked mightily outwards ! One loud RRRIIIIIIPPPPP !!!! and Pamela's skirt dropped to the floor of the dumb-waiter !
Connie and Jennifer giggled in approval and turned around to enjoy the show ! Pamela's legs had no kick left in them so it was easy for the two to keep her bare feet captive merely by holding an ankle with both hands. They knew Jill would go for the panties next, but they didn't let up on poor Pamela. Like kids licking popsicles, they flicked their tongues up and down Pamela's bare soles and slithered them in between her very tender toes.
Outside, Anna was getting wet watching her haughty boss being quickly reduced into a helpless mess before her eyes ! She even thought she detected a moan or two slip out from her lips which were stretched across her very white teeth in the largest grin Anna had ever seen ! She didn't know that Jennifer and Connie were in the process of giving Pamela the wettest, most erotic foot bath she'd ever received.
Anna distinctly heard a softer second RRRIIPPPP ! and could take no more ! She wanted in on the fun !
Traveling back by the stairwell, Anna reeled in the hose from the top of the green tank. She'd noticed the discarded mask earlier and intended to put it to good use !
By this time Pamela was an absolute mess ! Her hair was a straggly wet mop of sweat plastered strings that clung to her face, her mascara had become black tear streaks and she was literally blind from the tears that continued to flow from her eyes ! Any rational thought she may have had had left her since the first wiff of the giggle-gas. Now her mind was totally enslaved by her body which had become one gigantic, sensitive nerve ending ! She wriggled weakly as her body savored the delicious enjoyment of having her tender toes sucked and nibbled and delighted in the shivering torture of wet tongues traveling up and down her ticklish bare soles !
Anna returned near the dumb-waiter and dropped the mask and coiled up hose to the floor. Pamela was so tickle-exhausted that she wouldn't have noticed if a marching band had come through the building ! Smiling wickedly, Anna stood next to her feebly wriggling boss, reached down for a handful of silk blouse, and pulled mightily backwards !
What few buttons remained went flying and clicking off across the tile floor as Anna stripped the redhead's blouse from her body ! She stopped pulling when she'd reached Pamela's wrists, where the tight cuffs kept the blouse attached to her arms.
Pamela was barely cognizant that she lay laughing hysterically in only her bra. Pulsations of incredible ecstasy were beginning to throb through her body and unconcsiously, her ample hips were beginning to gyrate in an age old motion of delight.
Anna was becoming truly excited herself as she watched the redhead's soundless hysteria. Pamela couldn't even muster the breath necessary for squealing or giggling; she could only quiver and shake with a huge grin on her face as she laughed the terrible silent laugh of the torturously tickled !
Pam's arms were weak, putty-like extensions that had no life left in them so it was easy for Anna to use the redhead's blouse as a rope; twisting, binding, and redoubling the cloth until she had bound the woman's wrists firmly together. With nimble fingers she plucked at the clasp of her victim's bra and it sprang free like a shot from a gun ! This too she peeled off, and used it as more rope to tie around the blouse-handcuffs she had created.
Suddenly, Pamela's eyes flew wide open and she "SQUEEEEEPED" one short giggle, then began to furiously wriggle her hips in any direction she could.....
After stripping Pamela's panties from her, Jill immediately noticed the dewy sparkle of the redhead's excitement ! "She's loving this !" Jill thought to herself, "...we can probably make her cum just by tickling her half to death ! Okay then, try this !" Jill wickedly announced and pulled a stiff white feather from her bosom.
Agonizingly, she trailed the feather from base to tip and tip to base up and down the redhead's swollen red lips ! They parted easily and hungrily throbbed for the feather's erotic kiss ! Jill used the feather as a sword and poked and prodded Pamela's sopping mound until she had the tip right where she wanted it; tight against her boss's very swollen nubbin.
Jill knew she'd hit the spot when Pamela's full buns began to wriggle, jerk and shake in delicious excitement ! She twirled the feather then, knowing full well what that would do to her captive's very tender and very hard clit !
Anna nearly came herself in sympathetic orgasm as she heard Pamela grunt and moan before her ! Feverishly, the woman shivered and quaked, rocking from side to side and slapping her full breasts against the cold hard tile. Whatever her three friends were doing, they were doing it right ! Like an animal in heat, Pamela was jerking and twitching in the throes of an explosive orgasm !
Forcibly tearing her eyes from the erotic show before her, Anna gazed upward until she found the old block and tackle hanging from the girders. Fortunately, the rope was just long enough for her to jump and grab, and she pulled it over to Pamela's bound wrists. A few quick knots did the trick, and Anna walked to where the other end of the rope had been tied off.
She hauled firmly on the rope and watched with vengeful delight as Pamela's wrists were drawn towards the ceiling. She tugged and pulled and hauled on the rope until the redhead's arms were pointing straight to the ceiling and her very hard nipples were pointing straight at her ! Deftly, Anna tied off the rope, leaving a gasping and writhing Pamela suspended nude before her.
Delightedly, Anna sat down in front of her once-haughty boss and began to trace her long nails up and down the helpless redhead's exposed ribcage !
Pamela had passed the shuddering orgasms that had so recently seized her and now whimpered in aching laughter as Anna tickled her naked tummy and sides.
This was the moment Anna had been waiting for !
"Do you know what we're going to do to you Pammy-sweet ?" Anna teased in an almost inaudible voice.
"We're going to tickle you all night ! That's right" she whispered, "....every tender inch of your VERY ticklish body ! You'll cum so many times that we'll drain you as dry as a desert !"
Anna knew Pamela wouldn't consciously understand her torments in her condition. But she had taken a course in subliminal advertising in college and knew the redhead's mind would absorb her taunts and store them in a dark little corner of her shattered mind !
"And you're gonna love it so much that you're going to see to it we get a raise next week... aren't you Pammy" Anna said. She drove the lesson home by greedily sucking one of Pamela's enormously hard nipples into her mouth and tongueing it voraciously !
Pamela gasped, moaned, and then began quivering harder than before as another monstrous orgasm wrenched its way up and down her exhausted body !
In the middle of her delicious agony, Anna whispered "...that's right honey... cum for me... give me all of your sweet juices....from now on, every time you see me you'll start to quiver like this....and if you see a feather, you'll begin to feel it fluttering up and down your ticklish bare feet...."
Over and over Anna repeated her hypnotic suggestions as the four women brought the redhead to mind-shattering fever pitch again and again.
The girls eased up on their captive when it became apparent that she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
Pamela quivered silently, occasionally gasping in a sobbing breath, then giggling and twitching as her body rebelled against her.
Anna and the girls gave her some time to recover, then Anna grabbed the mask from the floor. Anna straddled the twitching redhead's back and swiftly placed the mask over her face ! Two quick pulls cinched up the straps that held it tightly in place ! Anna nodded and Jill, who had returned from downstairs, went to turn up the gas !
Pamela was giggling and squealing again in minutes; helped no doubt by Anna's long fingernails which danced across her back, up and down her sides and armpits and tweaked the redhead's incredibly turgid nipples.
All the while Anna whispered "...remember nothing....you won't remember this afternoon...you love us.... can't imagine why we haven't been given a raise yet.... feathers tickle your bare feet and make you cum... Anna makes you wet..."
Finally, in a fit of giggle-gas euphoria, Pamela's eyes crossed and she mercifully passed out.
Pamela couldn't for the life of her remember why she'd gone to bed completely naked ! It was so out of character for her ! But she hadn't slept that well in a LONG time ! She felt absolutely euphoric and every muscle in her body was loose and relaxed. Maybe she should sleep in the nude more often !
The once conservative redhead went to work that morning in a skirt that barely covered her thighs, 3 inch heels, a blouse whose buttons screamed to the breaking point, and no bra !
The first thing she did was tear up Anna's evaluation and write up a new one; recommending her and her colleagues for an immediate pay raise.
She called Anna to her office to tell her the good news, but the instant the blonde entered and closed the door, Pamela's mouth refused to work ! She bit gently on her lower lip as her entire body shuddered and quivered in erotic ecstasy !
Anna grinned mischieviously as she noticed the large hard points of Pammy's nipples straining against the fabric of her blouse ! Wickedly, Anna pulled out a pen with a large plume on the top of it and asked sweetly "are there some notes I need to take ?"
Passersby wondered at the giggling and laughing that came from Pamela's office that morning.
Anna was furious as she stomped into the secretary's lounge, her full body quivering with rage as she approached her three friends.
"That BITCH !!" she cursed.
Of course Jennifer, Connie, and Jill instantly knew who she meant; their supervisor, "The Executive Secretary" Pamela.
"What did snooty Pam do now ?" Jill asked.
"Just look at this !" Anna screamed as she forced a crumpled sheet of paper in front of Jill's nose. Smoothing the wrinkled mess flat, Jill realized it was Anna's annual evaluation; a very bad evaluation at that !
All three huddled close to read the report, and simply shrugged their shoulders at its contents.
"Same as ours, almost" Jennifer said.
"Looks exactly like mine.." quipped in Connie.
Anna slammed into a chair and continued to rant, "...What kind of CRAP is this ? ...flirting with male employees resulting in neglectful performance !!! HELL ! Half of these guys are so DAMNED ugly they make me want to puke ! Besides, I have busted my ASS for this company and now this brown-nosing spinster has the absolute GALL to write me an evaluation like THAT !"
Her light blue eyes scanned the faces of her three friends and made her all the more enraged. "What in hell is the matter with you three ? You know that's a complete LIE !"
They shrugged again, nearly in unison, and the chatter began to flow...
"...You know why she writes up our evals like that..."
"...just to justify our NOT receiving a pay raise..."
"...she's been doing that for years now...."
"...then receives a healthy bonus each year for keeping personnel costs down..."
The buxom blonde was apoplectic in her anger and exploded once again, "Well DAMNIT !!! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS !!!! THIS IS ILLEGAL !!!!"
Jennifer, a cute, demure brunette, grinned wickedly at the fuming Anna.
"If you buy us lunch, we MIGHT have an idea you'll like !"
***
Pamela Sabelle meticuously smoothed imagined wrinkles from her tight skirt as she preened in front of the mirror. Always the perfectionist, she demanded just as professional an appearance from herself as she did her employees.
"Those girls !" she thought to herself, "...always wasting the company's time and money by flirting with the men and shirking their work ! Giggling like school-girls all of the time and trading disgusting stories of their sexual encounters !"
Well, they'd likely never get a raise unless they adopted her highly professional attitude of completely ignoring those crass men and keeping their minds tightly focused on the business of the day.
Most of the girls thought of Pamela as a bitchy prude, which was in direct contrast to her physical appearance. She was a very busty redhead with milky white skin, a very narrow wasp-waist, full hips, and long shapely legs. At 40, she looked better than most 20 year olds. But her constant scowl, highlighted by her terse, disdainful manner, kept most everyone at a good distance from her.
She'd never married, never dated, and more than one person had wondered about her true sexual orientation, or if she even knew what sex was.
Secretly, she was insanely jealous of the girls that worked for her. They found it so easy to laugh and enjoy life. Willingly, even voraciously, they abandoned themselves to the sins of the flesh and delighted in their submissiveness !
A brief vision of her secretary's cavorting nude around her made her shudder and flush a deep crimson. Quickly she regained her composure and steeled herself against such thoughts. (Although the little devil that hides within all of us shot an arrow of quivering delight between her milky thighs)
After a deep breath, she sat once again behind her huge oak desk and reached for the telephone.
She picked up on Line 1 expecting a dial tone, but had inadvertantly joined a conversation already in progress...
"....at 5:00 O'clock at the old warehouse building !"
"You're KIDDING !! The whole Loading Dock Crew ???? WHAT A BUNCH OF HUNKS !!!!"
"I'm not kidding !!! I bet them that the secretarial pool could whip their asses at strip poker and winner take all !!"
"I'll be there ! And I'll spread the word to the rest of the girls ! Just be sure that BITCH Pamela doesn't find out !!"
Red faced and furious at that last remark, Pam quietly eased the phone back into its cradle.
"Soooo those little whores were going to engage in sinful debauchery on company time and company property, were they ???" Pam thought with vengeful wickedness. "Just the proof I need to fire that lot of ungrateful trollops and hire some TRUE professionals !!"
As the little devil in her mind flashed images of subservient secretaries that obeyed her every whim, Pam closed up her office and surreptitiously made her way to the old warehouse.
***
The company had abandoned use of the warehouse two years ago but had been unsuccessful in selling off the property. It was still used to store old desks and files but was rarely visited by anybody. Pamela decided to be there before the 'festivities' started, and with any luck, she'd be able to fire the entire lot of hedonists in one fell swoop ! (Dreams of a massive new bonus began to dance about her thoughts).
She had a key to one of the back doors and let herself in. The musty odors of long storage assailed her senses as she groped her way through the darkness. This took some time as the first floor was quite crowded with old desks and filing cabinets. After barking her shins a few times on hard edged items, she decided they wouldn't be using the first floor.
The second floor was nearly empty and her logical mind assumed they'd hold their little party up there. She proceeded slowly to the stairs only to find a bolted gate blocking her way !
"Darn it !" she cursed herself, she didn't have a key to this gate and for a moment, couldn't figure out how to get to the second floor.
"Of course !" she realized, "..the dumb-waiter !!!"
The warehouse had been built long before electric service elevators were economical. Pulleys and ropes were the norm back then and dumb-waiters were an easy way to move stock from one floor to the other. They were nearly as large as an elevator, and back then, burly men could haul on the counter-weighted ropes to drag the chamber up and down.
After much fumbling in the dark, Pamela found the old elevator. Its doors didn't open from side to side; rather, one released a latch and the doors split open horizontally from the center. Thick rubber bumpers edged apart as the redhead forced the creaking doors open; vainly trying to keep her high-heeled shoes from slipping on the smooth concrete.
Once inside, it was easier to pull up on the bottom of the door to pull the two halves together. Evidently they hadn't been used in some time and a little flexing removed a bit of the built up rust.
Pamela grabbed one of the two heavy ropes and pulled.
Nothing happened !
Again she pulled on the rope, and this time she felt a gentle shudder go through the car.
In frustration, and worried that she'd be discovered too soon, she reached up as high as she could, grabbed the rope with both hands, and dangled her entire weight upon the rope !
A definite "THUMP!" echoed through the car as it dropped about 4 inches !
Sheepishly, she realized she'd grabbed the wrong rope ! Shifting to the other rope, she again grabbed as high as she could, lept up a foot in the air, and pulled down with all of her weight !
The counterweights had already been loosened from rusted captivity and the dumb-waiter shot upwards about ten feet !
Pamela slammed ungraciously to the floor, her long nyloned legs splayed out in front of her ! She was halfway between floors and cursed her employees as she rose to dust herself off. A long run showed itself down the right leg of her pantyhose and her once neat business suit was now covered in blotches of white dust.
Fuming, the voluptious redhead once again tugged on the rope. And then tugged again when her efforts produced no movement whatsoever !
Frustrated, her Irish temper got the better of her and she jumped at the rope; dangling three feet off the floor in her effort to get the car to move again....
***
'NOW !!!!' Jennifer whispered to Connie as her friend deftly jammed a large screwdriver into the pulley assembly. It clanked with a satisfying finality and refused to budge another inch !
"I don't understand !!" Connie whispered fiercely to her friend.
"Just wait !!" Jenny replied, "...the fun is just about to start !"
Pointing to Anna, Jennifer nodded, and Anna smiled wickedly as she opened the valve on a large green tank.
For a moment, Connie thought it was an oxygen tank. But closer inspection revealed a label that read "N2O" on its face.
Her quizzical look brought a whispered explanation from Jennifer. "We're flooding the dumb-waiter with laughing gas !!!"
Connie's "O" of understanding was quickly followed by a smile of wicked intent.
***
Pamela jumped again and again at the immovable ropes and soon sat sprawled in frustrated exhaustion. Her once neat business suit was a dusty mess, her carefully coiffed hair danced about her face in stringy tanglets, and she'd gotten two more runs in her pantyhose ! Panting from her exertions, she tried to calm herself and think of a logical way out of her predicament.
She sat in almost total darkness; the only light she could see came from the top of the cab where she could see the bottom half of the doors that opened on the second floor. The top of the cab cleared the 2nd floor threshold by about a foot, but the lever that released the doors was easily two feet above that ! She could just barely see the lever if she pressed her face against the cold cement block of the shaft and peered upward through the four inch space separating the cab from the shaft.
She felt more relaxed now, despite her situation. In fact, she experienced a heady giddiness at the ridiculous situation she found herself in. If she could only pull on that lever, she might be able to shimmy herself out once the doors were pulled open.
Pam giggled a little and tried to pull her thoughts together. "Wish I had a rope or something I could throw over that lever !!"
She tittered gleefully and then clamped down on her giggles so no one would hear her. If they ever caught her like this she'd be so EMBARASSED that she'd just die !
Stifling her increasing desire to laugh, Pam happened to glance at the runs in her pantyhose and belatedly came up with an idea.
As her titters began to mature into girlish giggling, Pam reached under her hiked up skirt, snared the waistband of her pantyhose and began to peel them down over her ample hips. As her "L'eggs" lay bunched up around her ankles, she kicked off her high heels and slipped her hose from her bare legs.
***
Connie grinned with barely contained amusement at Jennifer who motioned her towards the outside of the second floor doors.
She whispered, "...wait until she manages to snag the lever at least once before you open the doors !!"
"But..." Connie whispered back, "...what if she's too gassed to snag the lever ?"
"That's allright, when she gets to that stage, she'll be so far gone in laughter she won't realize it wasn't her that opened the doors !!!"
***
Pamela should have thought of her situation as perilous and degrading but she was giggling so much that it all became a wondrous joke !
She leaned against the cement block of the shaft and stood on her bare tippy-toes while she flung her pantyhose again and again at the lever about three feet above her ! Instead of frustration at each miss, she giggled all the louder, like a little-girl playing a funny game !
Finally, as her giggles exploded into full blown laughter, her pantyhose caught on the lever and she pulled with what little strength she had left !
***
"Okay !! NOW !!" Jennifer whispered hoarsely to Connie. Connie tripped the lever to the second floor doors and they slid easily apart; the rubber bumper resting just about a foot below the top of the cab.
They both rushed out of sight, even though it was so dark on the second floor that no one could be recognized.
"You don't think she'll REALLY try to crawl out of there, do you ?" Connie asked laughingly.
"Does she have a choice ?" Jenny replied, "She'll TRY to crawl out of there all right, but I'll betcha she won't get very far !"
***
Pam laughed in delighted success as she heard the doors to the second floor slide open ! Despite the fact that she once again sprawled on the floor of the car, girlish giggles danced from her lips ! She should have been mortified at her appearance: bare legged, grease smudges on her face, disheveled hair, and running mascara. Instead she was laughing wildly, and for the first time in her life, enjoying the opportunity to act silly !
After dancing playfully around in her bare feet, the laughing redhead made to escape through the meager opening the second floor doors provided. Her nails grasped the rubber bumper and her feet pushed against the cement block of the shaft. Her head and shoulders made it through with no problems, but her massive breasts were a tight squeeze !
She kicked her bare legs wildly, and surprisingly, her fits of laughter aided her. As she gasped in much needed air, her torso contracted just enough for her to pull her breasts over the rubber bumper. She pushed a bit further and managed to get to that point where her hips pushed against the not so pliant rubber.
Unfortunately, Pamela's full hips would not prove to be a helpful asset at this point. She scrabbled with her long nails against the smooth tiles of the second floor and kicked her legs wildly but could not squeeze her ample hips through the small opening !
***
Jenny nodded with an evil smile at Connie and Jill and pointed to the staircase (to which THEY had a key) and turned to a wickedly grinning Anna.
"We'll just help her out a bit down below before YOU have to help her !" she said.
Anna gleefully kissed Jennifer on the cheek and with malicious intent, sat off to the side to watch the show.
***
Pamela tried every move she knew to wriggle herself out from the shaft but her large hips had her stuck quite firmly. Her blouse had hiked itself up near her bra so that she could feel the cool flexibility of the rubber bumper against her bare tummy and her struggles to squeeze her large breasts through the small opening had popped the top two buttons off her blouse. A dusting of freckles could be seen on the cleavage that jiggled and wiggled as Pamela continued to laugh helplessly.
Suddenly, Pamela exploded in gales of excruciating laughter ! Wildly she flailed her arms around, first trying to reach them back into the shaft, then slapping them furiously against the tile floor; trying in vain to grab anything that she could use to pull herself out of the shaft.
This was not the laughter brought on by the gas; this was the laughter of someone who was being mercilessly tickled !
"NOT MY FEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!" she squealed hysterically as her head and arms thrashed wildly around ! Anna stifled a wicked chuckle of her own as she watched the prim redhead explode in wild, helpless laughter ! She began to get a little excited when she imagined what the other three girls were doing to Pamela !
Jennifer, Connie, and Jill had forced open the first floor doors to the dumb-waiter and climbed into the car under Pamela. Delightedly, they saw their staid employer's bare legs flailing helplessly before them, exposing quite a bit of white silk panties in the process. They laughed fiendishly and took matters into their own hands !
Jennifer and Connie each grabbed an ankle and clamped it firmly under their arms while their long nails began a raking dance up and down Pamela's wrinkled bare soles ! Her pretty feet were so incredibly soft that it only took a second for their fiendish tickling to render the once haughty redhead into a helpless little girl !
Jill stood between Pam's spread legs and stroked her nails up and down the sensitive pits of her knees and up and down the backs of her fleshy thighs !
For ten minutes Pamela squealed and shrieked wildly until she was too exhausted to do more than lay there and wriggle and shake in silent, uncontrolled laughter.
In the absence of Pamela's loud wails and muscle-wrenching belly laughs, Anna could clearly hear the unmistakeable sound of ripping fabric !
While Jennifer and Connie continued to tease the soft bare soles of their now quite helpless boss, Jill reached up to the small of Pamela's back and found the zipper to her oh so professional skirt. She unzipped it as far as it would go, then pondered the wriggling buns before her. Nodding in decision, Jill grabbed a handful of waistband with both hands and yanked mightily outwards ! One loud RRRIIIIIIPPPPP !!!! and Pamela's skirt dropped to the floor of the dumb-waiter !
Connie and Jennifer giggled in approval and turned around to enjoy the show ! Pamela's legs had no kick left in them so it was easy for the two to keep her bare feet captive merely by holding an ankle with both hands. They knew Jill would go for the panties next, but they didn't let up on poor Pamela. Like kids licking popsicles, they flicked their tongues up and down Pamela's bare soles and slithered them in between her very tender toes.
Outside, Anna was getting wet watching her haughty boss being quickly reduced into a helpless mess before her eyes ! She even thought she detected a moan or two slip out from her lips which were stretched across her very white teeth in the largest grin Anna had ever seen ! She didn't know that Jennifer and Connie were in the process of giving Pamela the wettest, most erotic foot bath she'd ever received.
Anna distinctly heard a softer second RRRIIPPPP ! and could take no more ! She wanted in on the fun !
Traveling back by the stairwell, Anna reeled in the hose from the top of the green tank. She'd noticed the discarded mask earlier and intended to put it to good use !
By this time Pamela was an absolute mess ! Her hair was a straggly wet mop of sweat plastered strings that clung to her face, her mascara had become black tear streaks and she was literally blind from the tears that continued to flow from her eyes ! Any rational thought she may have had had left her since the first wiff of the giggle-gas. Now her mind was totally enslaved by her body which had become one gigantic, sensitive nerve ending ! She wriggled weakly as her body savored the delicious enjoyment of having her tender toes sucked and nibbled and delighted in the shivering torture of wet tongues traveling up and down her ticklish bare soles !
Anna returned near the dumb-waiter and dropped the mask and coiled up hose to the floor. Pamela was so tickle-exhausted that she wouldn't have noticed if a marching band had come through the building ! Smiling wickedly, Anna stood next to her feebly wriggling boss, reached down for a handful of silk blouse, and pulled mightily backwards !
What few buttons remained went flying and clicking off across the tile floor as Anna stripped the redhead's blouse from her body ! She stopped pulling when she'd reached Pamela's wrists, where the tight cuffs kept the blouse attached to her arms.
Pamela was barely cognizant that she lay laughing hysterically in only her bra. Pulsations of incredible ecstasy were beginning to throb through her body and unconcsiously, her ample hips were beginning to gyrate in an age old motion of delight.
Anna was becoming truly excited herself as she watched the redhead's soundless hysteria. Pamela couldn't even muster the breath necessary for squealing or giggling; she could only quiver and shake with a huge grin on her face as she laughed the terrible silent laugh of the torturously tickled !
Pam's arms were weak, putty-like extensions that had no life left in them so it was easy for Anna to use the redhead's blouse as a rope; twisting, binding, and redoubling the cloth until she had bound the woman's wrists firmly together. With nimble fingers she plucked at the clasp of her victim's bra and it sprang free like a shot from a gun ! This too she peeled off, and used it as more rope to tie around the blouse-handcuffs she had created.
Suddenly, Pamela's eyes flew wide open and she "SQUEEEEEPED" one short giggle, then began to furiously wriggle her hips in any direction she could.....
After stripping Pamela's panties from her, Jill immediately noticed the dewy sparkle of the redhead's excitement ! "She's loving this !" Jill thought to herself, "...we can probably make her cum just by tickling her half to death ! Okay then, try this !" Jill wickedly announced and pulled a stiff white feather from her bosom.
Agonizingly, she trailed the feather from base to tip and tip to base up and down the redhead's swollen red lips ! They parted easily and hungrily throbbed for the feather's erotic kiss ! Jill used the feather as a sword and poked and prodded Pamela's sopping mound until she had the tip right where she wanted it; tight against her boss's very swollen nubbin.
Jill knew she'd hit the spot when Pamela's full buns began to wriggle, jerk and shake in delicious excitement ! She twirled the feather then, knowing full well what that would do to her captive's very tender and very hard clit !
Anna nearly came herself in sympathetic orgasm as she heard Pamela grunt and moan before her ! Feverishly, the woman shivered and quaked, rocking from side to side and slapping her full breasts against the cold hard tile. Whatever her three friends were doing, they were doing it right ! Like an animal in heat, Pamela was jerking and twitching in the throes of an explosive orgasm !
Forcibly tearing her eyes from the erotic show before her, Anna gazed upward until she found the old block and tackle hanging from the girders. Fortunately, the rope was just long enough for her to jump and grab, and she pulled it over to Pamela's bound wrists. A few quick knots did the trick, and Anna walked to where the other end of the rope had been tied off.
She hauled firmly on the rope and watched with vengeful delight as Pamela's wrists were drawn towards the ceiling. She tugged and pulled and hauled on the rope until the redhead's arms were pointing straight to the ceiling and her very hard nipples were pointing straight at her ! Deftly, Anna tied off the rope, leaving a gasping and writhing Pamela suspended nude before her.
Delightedly, Anna sat down in front of her once-haughty boss and began to trace her long nails up and down the helpless redhead's exposed ribcage !
Pamela had passed the shuddering orgasms that had so recently seized her and now whimpered in aching laughter as Anna tickled her naked tummy and sides.
This was the moment Anna had been waiting for !
"Do you know what we're going to do to you Pammy-sweet ?" Anna teased in an almost inaudible voice.
"We're going to tickle you all night ! That's right" she whispered, "....every tender inch of your VERY ticklish body ! You'll cum so many times that we'll drain you as dry as a desert !"
Anna knew Pamela wouldn't consciously understand her torments in her condition. But she had taken a course in subliminal advertising in college and knew the redhead's mind would absorb her taunts and store them in a dark little corner of her shattered mind !
"And you're gonna love it so much that you're going to see to it we get a raise next week... aren't you Pammy" Anna said. She drove the lesson home by greedily sucking one of Pamela's enormously hard nipples into her mouth and tongueing it voraciously !
Pamela gasped, moaned, and then began quivering harder than before as another monstrous orgasm wrenched its way up and down her exhausted body !
In the middle of her delicious agony, Anna whispered "...that's right honey... cum for me... give me all of your sweet juices....from now on, every time you see me you'll start to quiver like this....and if you see a feather, you'll begin to feel it fluttering up and down your ticklish bare feet...."
Over and over Anna repeated her hypnotic suggestions as the four women brought the redhead to mind-shattering fever pitch again and again.
The girls eased up on their captive when it became apparent that she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
Pamela quivered silently, occasionally gasping in a sobbing breath, then giggling and twitching as her body rebelled against her.
Anna and the girls gave her some time to recover, then Anna grabbed the mask from the floor. Anna straddled the twitching redhead's back and swiftly placed the mask over her face ! Two quick pulls cinched up the straps that held it tightly in place ! Anna nodded and Jill, who had returned from downstairs, went to turn up the gas !
Pamela was giggling and squealing again in minutes; helped no doubt by Anna's long fingernails which danced across her back, up and down her sides and armpits and tweaked the redhead's incredibly turgid nipples.
All the while Anna whispered "...remember nothing....you won't remember this afternoon...you love us.... can't imagine why we haven't been given a raise yet.... feathers tickle your bare feet and make you cum... Anna makes you wet..."
Finally, in a fit of giggle-gas euphoria, Pamela's eyes crossed and she mercifully passed out.
Pamela couldn't for the life of her remember why she'd gone to bed completely naked ! It was so out of character for her ! But she hadn't slept that well in a LONG time ! She felt absolutely euphoric and every muscle in her body was loose and relaxed. Maybe she should sleep in the nude more often !
The once conservative redhead went to work that morning in a skirt that barely covered her thighs, 3 inch heels, a blouse whose buttons screamed to the breaking point, and no bra !
The first thing she did was tear up Anna's evaluation and write up a new one; recommending her and her colleagues for an immediate pay raise.
She called Anna to her office to tell her the good news, but the instant the blonde entered and closed the door, Pamela's mouth refused to work ! She bit gently on her lower lip as her entire body shuddered and quivered in erotic ecstasy !
Anna grinned mischieviously as she noticed the large hard points of Pammy's nipples straining against the fabric of her blouse ! Wickedly, Anna pulled out a pen with a large plume on the top of it and asked sweetly "are there some notes I need to take ?"
Passersby wondered at the giggling and laughing that came from Pamela's office that morning.
