jersey_tickler
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Hey folks, JT here
Finally, i had the privledge and honor to write a story with the infamous artist formerly known as Invisible Ink. His story, Stolen Education, was an inspiration for this idea I cooked up. Once he was on board, it was all child's play from there. They say great minds think alike, and hopefully you all can be the judge of that. Our story isn't done quite yet, the next post will be a continuation and a backstory featuring Clyde and Bonnie's first job which is where she, (well I don't want to spoil it for ya)
Without further ado, here is Bonnie & Clyde!!!!!
TICKLER BONNIE & CRAFTY CLYDE
Chapter 1: Game Time
By Jersey_tickler
Bonnie and Clyde sat in their blue Mustang, Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” was opening in on their car radio. The two were eating a quick meal of burgers, fries and Cokes from In & Out Burger. The couple were ironic to the Bonnie & Clyde that robbed banks from the movie with Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway. But these two worked for a professional criminal enterprise that relied on their talents to steal anything from valuable jewels, corporate information, files, etc. Clyde was a master thief, at the age of 23, and had been stealing since he was sixteen. It became his craft, then he met Bonnie, a shy closeted Klepto whose father went under and lost all his money. Clyde had been her knight, and taken her away from her broken life. Bonnie loved Clyde as he gave her strength to be who she wanted to be, and Clyde loved Bonnie as she was hit match made in Heaven and a girl who accepted him for who he was. But Bonnie also had a hidden agenda for helping Clyde. She loved the thrill, the bounce, and the money, because she had made over eighty grand and saved almost all of it. Bonnie had planned to help her father get back on his feet and help her family, because she was worried.
The two were both a cute couple, with Bonnie’s long blonde hair and pale fair skin and 5”8” trim figure. Clyde with his dark hair and zero body fat body were enough to make Bonnie’s eyes go from blue to brown and Bonnie could always turn Clyde’s frown. He stood at 5”10”
Their Mustang was a few blocks away from Trek Tech, a research facility where scientists worked. Their plan was to infilitrate and get inside and steal secret plans for a weapon design, well they had suggested it was a valuable weapon. Bonnie was wearing a pink turtleneck, black slacks, and her black heeled boots. Her job was to extract information from the on duty security guard. Once she had the information, she would radio it in to Clyde who would sneak into the designated room and begin his search. But he needed access codes and details where exactly the plans were. Bonnie had a special method for extracting information, that didn’t require a blowtorch or pliers, but a feather. Yes, she tickle tortured her marks, and always got her way. Whether it involved just a few pokes or stripping them down to their skivvies, she was a ruthless tickler who would even tickle someone’s genitals to make them hot to trot.
Clyde wore a blue button down shirt, khaki pants, and his brown Oxfords. He also had on a fake pair of glasses that would make him look like a geey computer technician, just to get him through the gate. He would take a separate car and wait for Bonnie to take out the guard, and she would buzz him in. They were going over the details while splitting their fries, which sadly had no ketchup, save for the burgers.
“Are you sure about this, Clyde”asked Bonnie, chewing her fries.
“Absolutely assured Clyde, this plan is flawless, I’ve covered all the angles, the pros and cons, and all the what if’s”. “Barney gave me schematics, blueprints, and other details”. “I know this building in and out, every nook and cranny”. “I know you’re scared, Bonnie, but you’re gonna be alright”. “You’ll be in the parking garage outside the gate, which means you can always bail if there’s trouble”. “You’ve also got your SIG 9mm, among the other weapons you got in your little cache there”.
Clyde nodded towards her little satchel, which had sonicare, feathers, and other tickling tools.
“Worst case scenario began Bonnie, is that she’s not ticklish and that’ll be a no go”.
“Well if she’s not ticklish started Clyde, you can always give her oral pleasure, and then denial of orgasm”.
“That’s true said Bonnie, I do love the pussy”!
They both cracked up at that, being at Bonnie hated the word vagina, and preffered the term “pussy”. Clyde himself hated the word penis and favored the word “cock”. Great minds think alike, so did theirs.
“So don’t worry, baby assured Clyde, you’ll be alright”.
“I’m not worried about me admitted Bonnie, but I am worried about you getting hurt”! “I could never be without you, Clyde”.
A tear gleamed in her eyes and she looked at Clyde with deep eye contact, as he did with her. Their hands met and Clyde stroked her hair.
“I’ll be alright, trust me”. “And always know this, I love you Bonnie Parker, and I couldn’t go one without you either”.
They kissed long and hard and then hugged each other tight. Bonnie looked down and smiled at the erection forming in Clyde’s pants.
“Nice tent Clyde, are you fixing to have a camp orgy.
“Only if you’re the camp counselor joked Clyde, sorry babe but it’s intimate moments like these that get me all worked up”. “I wish we had time for quickie”.
“Down boy said Bonnie jokingly, after this job I’m gonna make love to you for hours, and maybe even make sexy tigress noises”.
“You tease joked Clyde, but alright then”. “In the old days, warriors used to make love before going off into battle”.
“Well the aftermath of the battle will make the sex better assured Bonnie, are you ready to rock, babe”?
“I’m always ready insisted Clyde, let’s do this”.
The game was on, Bonnie drove in ahead of Clyde and came face to face with the guard. She didn’t look too tough, she stood about 5”10” with brown hair in a ponytail, and wore her security guard uniform. Bonnie asked the guard if she could give her father his lunch that he forgot. When her sight was away from Bonnie, it gave her the chance to knock out the guard. Then she hit the gate button and Clyde drove through in his Microsoft van that he rented for the job. Bonnie dragged the guard, whose name tag read Susan, into the back of Clyde’s van and then followed him in her car to the employee parking lot that was through the gate. She exited her car after parking and went into the back of the van. She and Clyde removed the guard’s uniform, her black laced shoes and her socks. Susan was clad in her red bra and panties, and quite a stunning sight indeed. If this were any other day, Clyde would’ve suggested they have a three way with her. But business was business, and he left the van holding his briefcase and his access card that he swipped from Susan.
Chapter 2: A Simple Plan
By Invisible Ink
Once inside and past the gates, Clyde pulled himself over to a shadowed area and stopped dead in his tracks. A group of guards were running their typical scan of the entrance. They looked easy to deal with, but he wasn't looking to run and gun his way into this place. Too many jobs had turned into horror fests and bullet massacres in the past based on his foolish idae to simply bum rush the entrance and shoot his way in.
Bonnie figured out that going in as quietly as possible seemed to give them an extra amount of luck as they ventured into new jobs. She was the kind of gal that had to have her lucky rabbit's foot before stepping foot into a car.
The three guards stopped a few times to inspect the floodgates and the vents covering secret entrances into the building's air duct system. Occasionally, a few rats would find a way through these vents and before you knew it, the employees would be calling the security booth about footsteps in the venting shafts overhead.
It didn't matter what it took to get in this place. Clyde and Bonnie had no choice in the matter. Money wasn’t exactly tight right now, but they were all out of lucky breaks. Their last job at an arms dealer's apartment didn't exactly go as planned. What started off as a quick and easy extorting mission ended up with three guys dead, Bonnie kidnapped and nearly killed, and Clyde almost thrown behind bars!
That was at least three months ago today, but to the duo of disaster, it seemed like a decade ago.
The guards had passed and for the first time, Clyde had a clear path to a vent gate almost directly across from where he was hiding. He scanned all possible angles carefully, grabbed the keys and fucking ran for it.
The guards just kept on walking as he slid up to the vent and pressed himself along the wall. A screw driver specially designed for break-ins was his tool of choice. Within a mere two minutes, Clyde had managed to get himself into the shaft and carefully closed the vent behind him. Of course, doing that forced him to have to crawl backwards from the vent down the shaft, and he'd have to do it with little to no sound whatsoever.
Meanwhile, The van was a little more lively now that Susan had awoken suddenly and was struggling with Bonnie. Shocked to find herself stripped down to her bra and panties, she immediately went into a full defense mode consisting of a crouching bunny, hidden odor attack stance. She was on her knees and grabbing for the doors of the van until Bonnie came from nowhere and jumped on her back.
"Awake so soon” cried deeply into as she wrapped her thighs around her hips and clamped her arms around her shoulders.
Susan grabbed desperately for her attacker's face as she screamed and begged for this insane woman to calm down and come to her senses!
"Lady!! You're only making this worse on yourself! I suggest you give up and release me at once!" Susan pleaded.
Bonnie suddenly had that sinister smile across her face that her ticklish victims eventually grew to fear...
She sent her hands deep into Susan's right side and began tickling like crazy.
"Oooohhh!!!! hhaa aheehe aehahe wait!! WAIT!!" Susan shouted as she suddenly felt the intense tickling sensations building in her belly.
She was way too ticklish to be put in this situation!
Bonnie noticed Susan's insane reactions and added to her torment with her other hand. She started squeezing Susan's inner thigh up and down the leg in an effort to find her weakest spot.
"Sha Aha aHAHa AAH SHIT!! SHIT PLEASE!! ahha aeh AHEHA haheae aheaheah!" Susan screamed bloody murder as Bonnie got her judst below the hip.
Unfortunately for Bonnie, Susan was used to this style of punishment and was ready to defend herself against it. She grabbed Bonnie's hair, pulled forward and literally flung her over her shoulders and into the side of the van.
Susan kept screaming as loud as she could so that the utmost attention was attracted towards the rocking van. Bonnie fought feverishly against the mighty Susan.
"Kevin? Is that you making all that freaking noise?" Team leader Savage shouted to the other guards.
The van was shaking as heavy thuds smacked against both sides. Things were breaking and the sounds of girlish giggles were apparent.
Susan's plan was working perfectly. The guards grew their guns and slowly approached the odd looking Electrician van with caution. It was still shaking around, but not a single gunshot was heard from inside.
Just though girlish giggles...
"This is THE POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR NOW!" A guard shouted, drawing his 45 magnum.
Slowly, they approached the door....
Susan opened the door on her own and got out.
"Hey boys!" She said, gleeming with sweat and smiling happily.
They glared back at her in shock being that she was in her underwear.
But just to the left of her was the struggling, tightly bound and gagged Bonnie!!
"Caught ourselves a little spy..." She said with a smile.
The guards raided the van and yanked poor Bonnie out by her hogtied ankles and wrists.
"Mmmppphh!!" She screamed under the makeshift towel gag Susan used.
"Let's get her inside and see what we can do with her..."
Chapter 3: Inside Man
By Jersey_Tickler
Clyde was still slowly making his descent down the air ventaliation. So far so good, pretty soon Bonnie would have the six digit access code that would get him in the maximum security area. She was a really good ler, and he knew she could easily break that security guard. She was even good at tickling Clyde. Once for his birthday, she had him bound in his boxers, tied to their bed when he woke up. She tickled him for a good hour and then fed him breakfast like a baby. She even painted her toenails his favorite color, and rubbed her feet all over his body. She loved tickling more than Clyde loved feet. He wasn’t the kind of guy who stole women’s shoes so he could sniff them anytime. Clyde just had a preference for legs and feet, just like some guy’s had ass fetishes and tit fetishes. He didn’t even consider himself a fetishist, per se, just a average guy who knew what he liked.
Clyde shook the cobwebs out of his head, he was thinking of the past when he should be thinking about the present. He could hear voices not too far away, and would have to be extra, extra quiet now. The closer he got to the vent, he soon discovered that that he couldn’t hear talking, or shouting.
He heard laughter.
“How ironic thought Clyde to himself, it’s almost as if he was manifesting his own thoughts from a moment ago. Carefully stepping over the vent, he couldn’t resist peering down at what was going on.
AAAAHAAAAAHAAAANOOOOOHHOHOHOOOHNEHEHEHEHAAAAAWHOAH HEEEEEEEEHAHAHAAAA PLEEEEEAAAAAASE MIRANDA!
“Miranda thought Clyde, who could that be”.
He could see a head through the vent, a head belonging to a woman with long red hair, wearing a white coat.
“Now, now, Gwen, even if you don’t respect me, at least respect my title and call me by my professional name”.
“Okay gasped Gwen, I’m sorry”. “Please Dr. Featherstone, I can’t take anymore”.
“FEATHERSTONE boomed Clyde’s thoughts, what a fucking crock”.
His boss, Barney Noble sent him to infiltrate this Scientific Compound to capture something code named the Featherstone. When Clyde asked him what it was, he just smirked and said that he would know when he saw it.
But apparently the it was a who, a person. That lying son of a bitch.
Clyde controlled his anger, he would indeed give Barney hell, that was a given. But now he would wait for this woman to leave and hop down inconspicuously.
“Please Dr. Featherstone, no more” repeated Gwen.
“Very well, Gwenie replied Dr. Featherstone, I’ll give you a break and we’ll continue our session tomorrow”.
Bonnie was just starting to come to terms again...
She had been given a drug that forced her into submission for about twenty minutes. In that time, Susan and her crew of defense specialists managed to get her inside the lab and to the operations chamber located a few cell blocks away from Dr. Featherstone's office.
“Okay guys, time to get her clothes off replied Susan.
She bent over and unzipped Bonnie’s boots, tugging them off as she did so”. “Then she peeled off Bonnie’s sweat socks, revealing her dainty size nines with a nice shade of pink on her cute as button toes. Her turtleneck came off next, and then her slacks were unfastened and unzipped, with Susan getting them off in one swoop. Bonnie was now in her white bra and her pink panties with red hearts on them”.
“Awwwwwww coooed Susan, what cute little hearts, she must be in love”. “Well maybe her lover isn’t too far away, because I know this blonde bimbo wouldn’t just try to infiltrate us without some kind of sidekick to help her”. “No matter now, let’s prepare her
Chapter 4: Unexpected Guest
By Invisible Ink
Bonnie was placed in an area where many of Featherstone's bizarre robotic creations were left after they had failed for whatever reasons. The place looked like a robot graveyard, and the only sounds to be heard in here were the occasional twirling of a low powered armature or an arm of some decaying robot rotating randomly.
Bonnie was forced into what would eventually be known as the Guinea Pig suits. It wasn't much of a suit to be honest with you. A thick rubber straight jacket literally laminated her upperbody. Her arms were wrapped around her shoulders as if she was hugging herself, yet the material was clear and totally see-through. Unfortunately, her vision and her voice were no longer in her control. A leather harness gag from the pages of Trent Reznor's nightmares was wrapped securely around her skull. A pair of blinders covered her eyes, and one of the largest black rubber balls filled her mouth.
Bonnie was just starting to wake up when one of those old machines began going on some kind of rampage!
This weird machine had been doing this for over a week now, and Featherstone had gotten fed up with it. She sent it down to this wing of the lab to rot and die like the rest of her failures. Unfortunately for Bonnie, it still had some kick left in it!
Bonnie awoke with a startled gasp as she moaned akwardly and felt the ball shoved pratically down her throat. That was only the beginning of her discoveries. She moaned again, and this time, she tried getting up.
"Uhhhmm... uuuhhgghh.." She howled, trying desperately to pull her arms away from herself.
The failed machine of torture flipped onto it's tanklike traction belts and began spinning and rotating towards the left side of the room. As it traveled, it's enormous size and violently moving parts smashed, ran over, and destroyed everything in it's path. Arms and legs, accompied by waves of small machine parts exploded everywhere as the massive machine came closer to Bonnie.
Her ears were all she had left at this point...
"Ooopphhh!!?" She heard the enormous sound coming towards her on her left, so she tried getting to her feet before whatever it was that was heading her way didn't have a chance to destroy her too!
Getting up without arms wasn't exactly easy. Bonnie slid across the floor as she fell for the second time.
She was out of options, so she flipped onto her back and lifted herself up by the strength in her thighs. Now, she used all her strength to slide across the floor on her shoulders.
Another three seconds would have proved to be fatal as Featherstone's robot crushed the floor where Bonnie once was. The body of this machine looked like a snowman in the sense that it had three main compontents forming it into one. The lower portion was of course the tank tred system for it's movement. The mid section consisted of nearly a thousand small hoses that dangled and dripped liquids as the robot moved. And on the very top was it's enormous head. A pair of pariscopes were apparently conducting the movement for this machine. A huge speaker in the main faceplate of the head apparently was used for communication.
The pariscope on the left hand side had a red tinted film across the eye, while the one to the right was colored blue.
The machine locked in on Bonnie's bodyheat again, and began roaming towards her. This time, it wanted her badly. The hoses hanging from the center of it's body suddenly began to rotate at an alarming speed. Soon, it appeared as if the robot itself had the blades of a helicopter in the center of it's massive body!!
Bonnie heard the sounds of something twirling into action, almost like the sound of a fan turning on. She immediately panicked and tried desperately to pull herself onto her feet. The only way to pull this off was to somehow push up against a nearby wall and slide her way up. It would require incredible upperbody strength, but she had nothing to lose at this point!
As the robot began rolling over and crushed retired robots in it's path towards Bonnie, it suddenly released the values of whatever liquid it was running on and began spraying the entire room through the ends of those spinning hoses!
Bonnie was suddenly splattered with what felt like gallons of cum as she tried rolling herself towards what she hoped to be a wall.
"OOOuuuhhgggg!!" She groaned, nearly throwing up.
Finally, she slammed into a wall! She was pushed her back against it, bent at the knees, and forced herself up. It took massive leg strength, but she was actually able to pull it off! She did it!!
Her freedom lasted mere seconds as the robot used a secret third arm hanging behind it's back It grabbed her by her hair and lifted the soles of her feet off the ground. Heavy grinding sounds came from within the machine as Bonnie was lifted over it's head. That creepy looking HUGE head had an opening at the top, and it was actually opening up just under Bonnie's feet! It looked as though it was going to shove Bonnie inside itself!
"OoOoOOoOOooooohhhpppgg!! OOPPHHNOOO!!"
She kicked and screamed and fought against the arm as best she could. Unfortunately, it was futile. She was in this fucked up robots grasp and there wasn't a thing she could do.
But that isn't what was happening. It wasn't trying to put something inside itself...
It was letting something out...
Actually, a dozen little somethings to be precise. A dozen tickle bots ranging in color and speed hoped from the center column of this robot and grabbed Bonnie's body wherever they wanted. Each looked a little like a baseball with three arms, two buzzing brushes, six pinwheels, and a grease shooter. Their first course of action was to spray Bonnie's entire body from head to toe in grease. She cried out akwardly and shook around with anger as she felt her body being sprayed with the thick solution. This was hell...
After she was lubed up nicely, the robots wiggled and clamped onto her lower body and began teasing the areas of skin that seemed most sensitive. Chills shot up and down her spine as the little bastards clamped onto her ankles and started playing with her oh-so-delicate toes. She hated being tickled, and fought desperately with the machines. At one point, she flicked her foot and kicked off one the little toe ticklers.
The other one grabbed her big toe and the pinky toe, and started spraying the sole of her foot with a sharp line of grease. Her foot trembled violently as the tickling sensations filled her brain. She couldn't really laugh with that ball in her mouth, so instead she gurgled and drooled a lot.
Again, with the flick of her foot, the robot lost it's grip and fell to the ground with a good clean smack.
Several more joined in the fun and started tickling her belly! They filled her belly button with grease and began rotating their brushes in a circle around her navel. Her body went into automatic tickly shutters and convulsions as she groaned and gurgled much louder now. The front of that cruel and unforgiving straight jacket was slick with her own drool.
A few robots started down her backside and playfully went for the cheeks of her butt when they too lost their grips and fell to the ground. They both smacked hard against the floor and broke in seconds.
The massive robot was begining to move again, and this time, it was going faster than before. Large pumping armatures and fields were sparking like crazy from inside the motor chamber, nearly spitting fire at this point.
Bonnie could actually feel the heat coming from the machine against her half naked body.
!!BAMM BAMMM!!
Suddenly, the shots of a 12 gauge pump action combat shotgun blasted through the air, followed by the sounds of metal shattering. After that, three more shots followed.
The robot suddenly stopped in it's tracks and slowly stopped functioning. The head had been blasted open by Featherstone's defense squad. She, and the four man team were standing at the doorway of the room.
"Stubborn wasn't it?" She said with a smile as she walked into the room.
The defense team ran ahead of their boss and confirmed the robot's fatal termination with six more shots into the chest area. The blue flames and shattering motor finally ended all the madness with a flury of bullets.
Featherstone walked towards Bonnie, who was still being held by the robot's now non-functional third arm. Her blood red high heeled pumps stabbed the floor with her every step.
One of the robot's little ticklers was trying to get itself up and back to Bonnie. Featherstone paued for a moment and gazed at her little creation. Without even a second's worth of hesistation, she lifted her left leg and aimed her heel at the little machine.
"If you can't hang on to your captive, then what good are you?" She said before smashing her heel through it's faceplate like a icepick.
It made a few strange sounds and then went into termination mode.
Chapter 5: The Mad Scientist
Featherstone grabbed Bonnie by the ankle and began tickling the sole of her right foot.
Bonnie bucked back and forth, closing her eyes tightly and started moaning and groaning again.
"OoPPPHHHAAHA EAHEA OOOPPHPHMMHHGGAA!!"
"Unlike my little failures, I WON'T release my grip." She said, sliding a few fingertips into the spaces between her sweating toes.
"Oh, you're very ticklish, aren't you!" She said gleefully.
"OoPPAHAHA HhahahaOAPPAPA!!" Bonnie answered.
"I think you can help me with some of my research tonight little one." She said as she grabbed the other ankle.
Featherstone brought Bonnie's ankles together and immediately wrapped them with white bandages.
Now, she had the pleasure of tickling the arches of both of her captive's soles. Bonnie's toes curled in defense and then opened and spread out as she tried dealing with these terrible feelings. She was so used to doing the tickling, and was now getting her just desserts for a change!
"Oh yes, your pretty feet are very ticklish, aren't they my little spy?" Featherstone said softly.
"You're probably going to tell Mommy everything she wants to know about the human nervous system, won't you?" She added.
"Ooppphh!! Ooppphhh!!" Bonnie said angrily, pulling her feet away and kicking at Featherstone's wiggling fingers.
"Ah! You little BITCH!" She screamed as her index finger was knocked backwards from a blind kick.
Featherstone answered that attack by grabbing Bonnie's index toe on the left foot and twisting it softly and slowly in a 360 degree rotation.
Bonnie winched up immediately, but didn't give in to the pain just yet. She just yelped a little and trembled.
"I think I need to get you under the ropes and into my guinea pig playground you little troublemaker." Featherstone explained, twisting her toe a little farther.
"OOOOPPPPHH!!"
"If you don't want to help me, and you'd like to be set free right now, all you have to do is ask me politely." The lunatic doctor of machinery explained softly.
Clearly, speaking english wasn't on the menu for Bonnie, but she tried anyway. She tried her best to make audible words come from her rubber ball filled mouth.
"I'm afraid I can't understand you..." Featherstone said with glee.
She turned to her defense team.
"I want her naked, face down and unable to move so much as a muscle over in room 2314." Featherstone demanded.
She released Bonnie's toe and turned to walk away. In the process, she kicked one of the failed ticklebots across the room and never looked back.
"Alright boys, you heard the woman! Let's get this girl out of here and into 2314. Someone call Sasha for the restraining of the prisoner once we get there. Got it?!" The team leader shouted.
From a small vent shaft above the robot graveyard, Clyde stared eye wided in horror as he watched his partner being pulled from the dead machine's grasp and lowered into a metal box head first. She was forced to curl into a ball before the top of the box was locked down. It had wheels, so it was easy to roll the trapping box out of there.
He had witnessed the entire thing, but there wasn't a thing he could do about now. He watched where the team rolled his Bonnie girl, and started planning how he'd save their asses this time...
First things first, he had to figure out how the hell to get out of these shafts!!!
Chapter 6: Clyde’s Gamble
By Jersey_tickler
Clyde was completely taken aback after what he just witnessed. It was like Karma had taken it’s toll on Bonnie and paid her back for past jobs that involved her tickling people for information. Now she was to be a guinea pig for some mad scientist who had a tickle fetish, what were the ironic odds. It didn’t matter though, Clyde had been in this situation before and he would get himself and Bonnie out like he always did. Although he did find it attractive that Bonnie had a knack for being the damsel in distress, it turned him on to be her hero and vice versa. The last time he saved her, she practically ripped off their clothes and fucked him for nearly three hours. Even after they tickled a target, it turned them on so much.
Very carefully, Clyde opened the vent and and leaped down into the room. He then pulled out a 9mm. automatic from his ankle holster and slipped it into his back pocket. Opening the door and looking both ways, he crept down the hallway and tried to find room # . This was definitely not part of the facility he observed before accepting this mission. Hell, he basically came into this job blindsided by his own greed. Ben, his boss, told him that if he captured the Featherstone, he and Bonnie would collect 2 million dollars aka retirement. But the joke was on Clyde, because obviously he wanted Clyde and Bonnie to take her down and learn everything about her robotic technology. Only he didn’t count on Featherstone being a merciless ler, something they had never encountered before.
As he made his way down the corridor, Clyde came face to face with a robot as big as he was. A flashing red light on it’s chest and chrome blue on it’s head and upper body made up the design and it had a human looking face, only not human.
“Identify yourself sir ordered the robot as he held up a hand to stop Clyde.
“Hunt, Mike 3/21/84 replied Clyde briskly.
“Mike Hunt echoed the robot (sorry ladies, please don’t take offense) name does not compute, i must take you in”.
The robot made a grab for Clyde’s arm but Clyde leaped backwords drawing his handgun and putting two bullets into the robot’s head. He smirked as the robot hit the floor. He scurried faster down the hallway now because there would be responses to the gunshots heard. He peered down the right corridor and saw the Defense team pushing the metal box that contained Bonnie, he now saw room #2314 . Now all he would do is wait for the guards to leave, take them out, and get Bonnie free. But how, being that there were six and he was solo. Clyde then noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall beside him, a gleam came his eye.
Five minutes later, they came out and started down the hallway. Clyde waited in another room and then smiled to himself.
“Hey, security, get in here, caught another one”.
Sure enough, Clyde heard several footsteps while he waited behind a file cabinet. When the guards came in, guns drawn, he sprayed them with the extinguisher before they could squeeze off one shot. He dropped kicked two of them, side kicked another, and hit another with the empty can. Down they went, all five of them.
“Wait, weren’t there six of them”
“Damn, Susan was the only one left and she hadn’t come out with the rest, I guess she wanted to personally pay Bonnie back”.
Clyde heard a click of heels on the tile floor. Glancing through the crack, he saw a white lab coat with red hair hanging down, it was Featherstone.
“Oh yeah thought Clyde, the big Kahuna”!
As soon as the door opened automatically, he grabbed two glocks from the guards. Strapping an ammo belt around his waist, he put one gun in the holster, and picked up two more and held them Reservoir Dogs style. Right before the door shut he slipped right through and entered inconspicuously.
He was in a big room with padded tables, bondage equipment, hanging ropes, and sets of renaissance stocks. It looked more like a dominatrix lair than a lab. Bonnie was lying on her stomach on one of the padded tables, and spread eagled with the ball gag still intact. The only thing covering her was her pink bikini panties. Susan was right by the table and was shocked to see Clyde.
“Get away from her, you bitch ordered Clyde as he aimed both guns at them, and lose the gun belt”.
Dr. Featherstone did not get up from the floor, nor did she get angry as Susan did what she was told. Tossing the belt over to Clyde and putting her hands up in surrender. Bonnie was turned away from seeing Clyde entered, but she smiled through her gag when she heard his voice.
“I figured there were two of you said Susan, but I didn’t think you’d both be such amateurs”.
“Shut up barked Clyde pocketing one pistol, and let Bonnie go”.
”Wow, what a cute boy you are beamed Dr. Featherstone. “And you’re so heroic for trying to rescue your little damsel in distress here”.
“I won’t try bragged Clyde, I can and I will rescue her, and it wouldn’t be the first time either”. I’ve saved Bonnie from scum worse than a bunch of bitches. Now let her go or you get a bullet in each tit”.
“Love to said Susan, but Dr. Featherstone is in charge, not me”.
Dr. Featherstone regarded Clyde with a sly look and then began to speak.
“I must say, young man, you have such balls for coming here and pointing guns around”. “It’s pretty sad that you and your fair haired partner won’t be leaving though” she added.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Doc said Clyde cockily, I’m armed and you’re not, how can you stop me”.
“I wasn’t talking about us said Dr. Featherstone, I was refereeing to Sasha”.
Clyde turned around to see a big woman standing behind him. Before he could fire a shot, she knocked the gun out of his hand seized his arms, wrapping him into a bear hug.
“Ha snorted Sasha, I’ve got you and there’s nothing you can do about it”.
“Let me go you fat bitch cried Clyde, to which Sasha responded by pinching his rear.
“Now, now, name calling will only make it worse” she threatened. “Say that’s not a bad butt you got there, hun”.
Dr. Featherstone got up and got close to Clyde.
“Your timing couldn’t be more perfect, little boy, because now I can take the art of tickling to a whole new level and I need a male volunteer”.
“What, a volunteer, for what”? “Wait a minute, you’re not going to tickle me, are you”?
Featherstone cackled and threw her head back. “Yes, dear boy, I am going to tickle you. Because it is vital in my research that I study and test the nerve endings in the body. So far, I have tickled four females, and no males. So congratulations, handsome, you are going to be my first. You will be subjected to tickle torture 101, as well as erotic tickling 101, and orgasm experimentation 101. I normally ask my volunteers to strip down before we begin, but I find that taking off clothes personally is not only psychologically satisfying to a mad scientist like me. But I find that it adds more torture to the subject and makes them even more weak and vulnerable. That and I think it’s a lot of fun to see the look on their faces when they are totally naked or in their skivvies. Now are those really your glasses or are they part of the whole incognito get-up you got on”?
Dr. Featherstone took off his glasses and put them in her lab coat pocket. Then she got right close to his ear.
“And next, I have to take this off”.
Clyde felt the blood rush to his groin as Featherstone kissed his ear. She removed his gun belt and handed his weapons to Susan who put them away, then she went to her drawer and pulled out a small injection gun. Clyde shuddered at the thought of being tickled by this madwoman, she’d likely make him laugh to death”.
But first, I have to give you this, it’s quite painless with the exception of the little prick you’ll feel when I stick you”. “But this is only to guarantee that you behave yourself so that you don’t ruin my experimentation”.
She injected Clyde into his shoulder and there was a small popping noise.
“Look lady began Clyde, if you let us go, we’ll give you any information you want”. “If you just release her, I’ll stay behind and you can have me answer anything about anything”.
“Dr. Featherstone smiled and ruffled Clyde’s hair.
“I admire your selflessness, pretty boy, but unfortunately I could care less why you are here”. “All I care about is my research and my subjects that endure my testing”. “In about twenty seconds, you’ll be unable to walk, you’ll only be able to crawl like a baby, but that won’t get you very far”.
She was right because Clyde soon felt the drug coursing through his veins and nerves, and then he felt his legs go completely numb”.
“Let’s hang him up, he can be our piñata suggested Sasha, a piñata with special treats”. She licked her lips at Clyde when she said that, and Clyde responded by almost gagging.
“Good call Sasha agreed Dr. Featherstone, those restraints hanging from the should do nicely but first things first”.
She turned to Susan and signaled the guard to come over.
“Take him from Sasha, Susan, and set him down on the carpet”. "I shall take his clothes off, so that I have full access to him".
“My pleasure said Susan, hand him over Sasha”!
Sasha practically threw a paralyzed Clyde over to Susan, as the young lad gave a yelp. Susan caught him by the arms and threw Clyde over her shoulder. Clyde groaned as he felt Susan carry him over to a huge square of carpet, almost like a box without walls.
“How the table’s have turned, eh gorgeous rasped Susan as she gave his rear end a light smack. "Now you'll know how it feels to be stripped down"!
“Look lady, it was Bonnie's idea to strip you down to and tickle you, ok”. "I'm just a pro thief who steals the goods, and she extracts the information from others". He heard Featherstone coming closer and looked up to see her staring down at him with her hands on her hips.
"So you're a thief, are you". "Well young man, if you got caught, that makes you a rank amateur". "But I'm a thief too, at least right now I am, do you know why"?
Clyde shook his head no.
"Because I am going to steal the clothes from your body snarled Featherstone as she dropped to her knees and craddled the young man's ankles. Clyde felt his Oxfords being unlaced and then felt the shoes loosen before they were snatched from his feet. Featherstone threw the shoes toward Sasha and Susan, then smiled down at his stocking feet.
"C'mon lady pleaded Clyde, if we're both on the same level, surely we can make a deal here".
Featherstone ignored his comment, and began to massage his feet, which were encased in his navy dress socks.
“Oh, such nice socks, so warm and so soft". "And a little on the smelly side, phew!
Dr. Featherstone began to peel the socks down to Clyde’s heels, then she wiggled her fingers towards his feet which made Clyde gulp.
“Now, off you go, smelly socks she crowed as she snatched both socks off by the toes and sent them sailing through the air and landing on the floor.
Clyde watched in dismay as his socks sailed away, then he felt his shirt being unbuttoned. He winced as it came off his shoulders and back and was soon staring at his bare chest. Then he felt his pants being unfastened and unzipped, which Featherstone pulled them off his paralyzed legs.
All three women whistled and giggled at Clyde, who blushed at wearing nothing but his tighty whites.
“Look at those cute little undies teased Dr. Featherstone, the undercover is now in his underwear!” “I shall leave these on”. “At least for now she added with an evil grin, we don’t want him completely naked yet”. “Now get him into position and don’t forget to gag him”.
Susan nodded and attached the cuffs to Clyde’s wrists. Sasha handed her a ball gag which she attached to his head. Then she stepped back while Dr. Featherstone pushed a button on her console.
Within seconds, Clyde felt himself being elevated off the floor, so that he was hanging five feet off the ground.
“Mmmmmmphhhhhh cried Clyde through his gag, knowing it was futile to try and speak but decided to give it a try anyway.
“I ask you, did you ever see such a decorative tickle toy” admired Dr. Featherstone as if she were admiring a work of art on display. The look in her eyes could be determined as both lust for Clyde and determination to drive him insane. Her gaze turned to Sasha who also watched with fascination.
“Sasha, gather up his clothes and throw them in the incinerator commanded Dr. Featherstone, that will be his punishment for pointing guns at people”.
Sasha did as she was told, and gathered up the pile of clothing that lay askew across the floor. Picking up Clyde’s socks, she held them to her nose and inhaled deeply. Moaning with pleasure she looked up at Clyde and took four steps so that she was closer to his dangling bare feet.
“Fee Fi Fo Fum cried Sasha, I smell the feet of a ticklish boy, muah ha ha ha”!
Clyde squealed in fear as her hands got nearer and nearer to his feet.
“No Sasha boomed Dr. Featherstone, do what I say, and destroy those threads, and empty his pants pocket for a wallet”. “I always want to know the names of my subjects”.
She looked down at Bonnie who was blindfolded and gagged as well, but she could hear everything that was said and done. Sasha dug through Clyde’s pants and found a wallet and some gum. She looked through it with her chubby digits and
“Miranda exclaimed Sasha, I have found his wallet and a phony ID, his alias is Clyde Barrow”.
“And hers is Bonnie Parker commented Susan, I found her wallet in her pants as well”.
“Ah Bonnie and Clyde beamed Dr. Featherstone, how lovely”. “Well Susan, how about you attend to Miss Bonnie here, since you owe her some personal payback”. “But just five minutes though, while I get Clyde caught up”.
Seizing a feather in her hands she lowered Clyde so that he was now three feet off the ground and walked toward him whistling a tune. Sasha threw his shirt, pants, socks and shoes into the incinerator and closed the lid. Pushing a button he heard a humming noise.
“You hear that, your clothes are slowly melting laughed Sasha. “Now you have nothing but your underwear and a little dignity left”.
Clyde’s eyes went wide with despair and fear”. He was half naked and at the mercy of these women. He hoped he could make it”. He tried to squirm but his muscles were totally useless.
“Ooooh taunted Dr. Featherstone, is the little boy scared of the big bad feather”. “That’s great, I love fear, and especially one’s fear of being tickled when they’re going to get it anyway”.
Dr. Featherstone ran the feather along Clyde’s chest area, going side to side and up and down.
“How does that feel, Mr. Barrow asked Featherstone, or am I doing this wrong”.
Clyde’s muffled laughter through the gag was blabbering away in soft tones.
“Oh good, I was worried there for a moment replied Dr. Featherstone sarcastically, you didn’t strike me as ticklish when you entered looking all tough with guns drawn. “But now look at you, paralyzed, in your underwear, hanging for my amusement so that I may tickle you all I want”. “Now allow me to continue, cutchie cutchie coo Clyde”.
She stuck the tip of the feather into Clyde’s bellybutton and swirled it around, while humming a tune now.
“Mmhahaaaaaheeheheheeeee stammered Clyde through the gag, he hated having his innie tickled.
“That’s right little birdie cooed Dr. Featherstone, sing for Mommy now, while she does her research on your hot ticklish body”.
“After two and a half minutes of twirling his bellybutton, she set her feather down and smoothed back her red hair tying it into a bun. Then she ran a French manicured nail down Clyde’s left leg all the way to the top of his foot. Then she did the same procedure with his right leg. Clyde continued to giggle as his smooth legs were being scratched ever so softly. Dr. Featherstone began to pinch his kneecaps, and tickle them fast and efficiently.
Clyde’s laughter slowed down and went softer, due to the fact that his kneecaps weren’t all that ticklish and it didn’t really bother him much. He decided to murmour his laughter rather than cry out in agony, to show this mad woman he wasn’t all that ticklish. It was a tricky con, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to try.
Dr. Featherstone regarded his knees with skeptiscism, and stopped tickling them. Then took a step back and regarded Clyde with a sly look.
“Awwwww, what’s the matter little boy, suddenly not so ticklish”?
Clyde shook his head no, and inhaled some quick breaths through his nose.
“Hmmmm, why don’t I believe you, I guess I’m just a big cynic”.
Her gaze went down to Clyde’s bare feet, and she smiled at them.
“My, my, you have big feet, young man, I’m guessing a size ten”. “I wonder if what Sasha said was true, let’s me see”?
“She grabbed Clyde’s left foot and gave it a little sniff.
“Pee yoo she exclaimed holding her nose, these feet are definetly on stink street, which is what you get when running around trying to spy on me”.
“She cupped the heel of Clyde’s foot and signaled Sasha.
“Bring me my sonicare, I need to clean up Clyde’s feetsies”.
Sasha happily obliged Dr. Featherstone by bringing the electric toothbrush as fast as her fat legs could carry her.
With a wicked glee, Dr. Featherstone switched on the brush and held it inches away from Clyde’s foot.
“Now then, this won’t hurt a bit, Clydey boy”!
She ran the electric toothbrush along Clyde’s sole, getting the arch and balls of his feet, not missing one inch.
“HAAAHAAHAAHHAEEEEEEEOOHOHOOHOOHOHHOOAAAAAAHA AAA laughed Clyde, HEEHEHEEAAAHHAAEEEEHEE”!
“Ah so your feetsies are ticklish noted Dr. Featherstone, very ticklish actually”. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, little Clyde boy”.
Sweat was starting to pour down Clyde’s forehead as his sensitive feet were being tormented with those damn sonicare tickles. Dr. Featherstone was now brushing along his arches, while using her nails to tickle his heel. Then she switched to the other foot and repeated the same process. Clyde giggled harder and shook his head from side to side, which was the only part of his body that he could move.
Dr. Featherstone could tell that Clyde was losing his mind, and his laughter was going up the scale from 50 to 150. As much as she enjoyed tickling Clyde, she was really anxious to get back to Bonnie. She decided to try something else before handing him over to Sasha. Together she and Susan would make Bonnie suffer to the point of orgasm and force her to cum without Clyde.
I’m having so much fun with you, my little boy toy said Dr. Featherstone, let’s see how ticklish your toes are”?
Clyde screamed as he felt Dr. Featherstone separate his big toe from his middle toe and attack the crevice in between. Then she used the electric brush to tickle each toe individually, for about two minutes each. To add more fuel to the fire, she used her feather to saw in between his toes on the left foot. Clyde felt tears roll down his eyes, his voice was aching and all the while this psycho scientist was giggling at his predicament.
“Clyde has tickly toes, Clyde has tickly toes she chanted. “Tickle, tickle, little toes”!
Eventually she stopped, and Clyde slunk his head down when she dead, relieved for the break.
“Don’t get too comfortable my sweet warned Dr. Featherstone, because Sasha will be taking over in about one minute”.
She smiled at Susan tickling Bonnie, what a pretty sight.
“Sasha, help me untie Bonnie ordered Dr. Featherstone, we need to flip her over”.
Bonnie felt four hands grab her, undo her bonds, and getting laid down on her back.
Ummmphhh she groaned, as her bonds were replaced on her body, save for one ankle that Dr. Featherstone is holding with one hand, with her other one holding her feebly wiggling foot”.
“You are divine, Miss Parker she rasped with glee, and you have beautiful tootsies”. On that note she kissed Bonnie’s foot and toes, which made Bonnie giggle softly.
“And now, Miss Bonnie Parker, you shall feel fire under those knickers you have on, for I am going to really take you down erotica avenue”!
Finally, i had the privledge and honor to write a story with the infamous artist formerly known as Invisible Ink. His story, Stolen Education, was an inspiration for this idea I cooked up. Once he was on board, it was all child's play from there. They say great minds think alike, and hopefully you all can be the judge of that. Our story isn't done quite yet, the next post will be a continuation and a backstory featuring Clyde and Bonnie's first job which is where she, (well I don't want to spoil it for ya)
Without further ado, here is Bonnie & Clyde!!!!!
TICKLER BONNIE & CRAFTY CLYDE
Chapter 1: Game Time
By Jersey_tickler
Bonnie and Clyde sat in their blue Mustang, Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” was opening in on their car radio. The two were eating a quick meal of burgers, fries and Cokes from In & Out Burger. The couple were ironic to the Bonnie & Clyde that robbed banks from the movie with Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway. But these two worked for a professional criminal enterprise that relied on their talents to steal anything from valuable jewels, corporate information, files, etc. Clyde was a master thief, at the age of 23, and had been stealing since he was sixteen. It became his craft, then he met Bonnie, a shy closeted Klepto whose father went under and lost all his money. Clyde had been her knight, and taken her away from her broken life. Bonnie loved Clyde as he gave her strength to be who she wanted to be, and Clyde loved Bonnie as she was hit match made in Heaven and a girl who accepted him for who he was. But Bonnie also had a hidden agenda for helping Clyde. She loved the thrill, the bounce, and the money, because she had made over eighty grand and saved almost all of it. Bonnie had planned to help her father get back on his feet and help her family, because she was worried.
The two were both a cute couple, with Bonnie’s long blonde hair and pale fair skin and 5”8” trim figure. Clyde with his dark hair and zero body fat body were enough to make Bonnie’s eyes go from blue to brown and Bonnie could always turn Clyde’s frown. He stood at 5”10”
Their Mustang was a few blocks away from Trek Tech, a research facility where scientists worked. Their plan was to infilitrate and get inside and steal secret plans for a weapon design, well they had suggested it was a valuable weapon. Bonnie was wearing a pink turtleneck, black slacks, and her black heeled boots. Her job was to extract information from the on duty security guard. Once she had the information, she would radio it in to Clyde who would sneak into the designated room and begin his search. But he needed access codes and details where exactly the plans were. Bonnie had a special method for extracting information, that didn’t require a blowtorch or pliers, but a feather. Yes, she tickle tortured her marks, and always got her way. Whether it involved just a few pokes or stripping them down to their skivvies, she was a ruthless tickler who would even tickle someone’s genitals to make them hot to trot.
Clyde wore a blue button down shirt, khaki pants, and his brown Oxfords. He also had on a fake pair of glasses that would make him look like a geey computer technician, just to get him through the gate. He would take a separate car and wait for Bonnie to take out the guard, and she would buzz him in. They were going over the details while splitting their fries, which sadly had no ketchup, save for the burgers.
“Are you sure about this, Clyde”asked Bonnie, chewing her fries.
“Absolutely assured Clyde, this plan is flawless, I’ve covered all the angles, the pros and cons, and all the what if’s”. “Barney gave me schematics, blueprints, and other details”. “I know this building in and out, every nook and cranny”. “I know you’re scared, Bonnie, but you’re gonna be alright”. “You’ll be in the parking garage outside the gate, which means you can always bail if there’s trouble”. “You’ve also got your SIG 9mm, among the other weapons you got in your little cache there”.
Clyde nodded towards her little satchel, which had sonicare, feathers, and other tickling tools.
“Worst case scenario began Bonnie, is that she’s not ticklish and that’ll be a no go”.
“Well if she’s not ticklish started Clyde, you can always give her oral pleasure, and then denial of orgasm”.
“That’s true said Bonnie, I do love the pussy”!
They both cracked up at that, being at Bonnie hated the word vagina, and preffered the term “pussy”. Clyde himself hated the word penis and favored the word “cock”. Great minds think alike, so did theirs.
“So don’t worry, baby assured Clyde, you’ll be alright”.
“I’m not worried about me admitted Bonnie, but I am worried about you getting hurt”! “I could never be without you, Clyde”.
A tear gleamed in her eyes and she looked at Clyde with deep eye contact, as he did with her. Their hands met and Clyde stroked her hair.
“I’ll be alright, trust me”. “And always know this, I love you Bonnie Parker, and I couldn’t go one without you either”.
They kissed long and hard and then hugged each other tight. Bonnie looked down and smiled at the erection forming in Clyde’s pants.
“Nice tent Clyde, are you fixing to have a camp orgy.
“Only if you’re the camp counselor joked Clyde, sorry babe but it’s intimate moments like these that get me all worked up”. “I wish we had time for quickie”.
“Down boy said Bonnie jokingly, after this job I’m gonna make love to you for hours, and maybe even make sexy tigress noises”.
“You tease joked Clyde, but alright then”. “In the old days, warriors used to make love before going off into battle”.
“Well the aftermath of the battle will make the sex better assured Bonnie, are you ready to rock, babe”?
“I’m always ready insisted Clyde, let’s do this”.
The game was on, Bonnie drove in ahead of Clyde and came face to face with the guard. She didn’t look too tough, she stood about 5”10” with brown hair in a ponytail, and wore her security guard uniform. Bonnie asked the guard if she could give her father his lunch that he forgot. When her sight was away from Bonnie, it gave her the chance to knock out the guard. Then she hit the gate button and Clyde drove through in his Microsoft van that he rented for the job. Bonnie dragged the guard, whose name tag read Susan, into the back of Clyde’s van and then followed him in her car to the employee parking lot that was through the gate. She exited her car after parking and went into the back of the van. She and Clyde removed the guard’s uniform, her black laced shoes and her socks. Susan was clad in her red bra and panties, and quite a stunning sight indeed. If this were any other day, Clyde would’ve suggested they have a three way with her. But business was business, and he left the van holding his briefcase and his access card that he swipped from Susan.
Chapter 2: A Simple Plan
By Invisible Ink
Once inside and past the gates, Clyde pulled himself over to a shadowed area and stopped dead in his tracks. A group of guards were running their typical scan of the entrance. They looked easy to deal with, but he wasn't looking to run and gun his way into this place. Too many jobs had turned into horror fests and bullet massacres in the past based on his foolish idae to simply bum rush the entrance and shoot his way in.
Bonnie figured out that going in as quietly as possible seemed to give them an extra amount of luck as they ventured into new jobs. She was the kind of gal that had to have her lucky rabbit's foot before stepping foot into a car.
The three guards stopped a few times to inspect the floodgates and the vents covering secret entrances into the building's air duct system. Occasionally, a few rats would find a way through these vents and before you knew it, the employees would be calling the security booth about footsteps in the venting shafts overhead.
It didn't matter what it took to get in this place. Clyde and Bonnie had no choice in the matter. Money wasn’t exactly tight right now, but they were all out of lucky breaks. Their last job at an arms dealer's apartment didn't exactly go as planned. What started off as a quick and easy extorting mission ended up with three guys dead, Bonnie kidnapped and nearly killed, and Clyde almost thrown behind bars!
That was at least three months ago today, but to the duo of disaster, it seemed like a decade ago.
The guards had passed and for the first time, Clyde had a clear path to a vent gate almost directly across from where he was hiding. He scanned all possible angles carefully, grabbed the keys and fucking ran for it.
The guards just kept on walking as he slid up to the vent and pressed himself along the wall. A screw driver specially designed for break-ins was his tool of choice. Within a mere two minutes, Clyde had managed to get himself into the shaft and carefully closed the vent behind him. Of course, doing that forced him to have to crawl backwards from the vent down the shaft, and he'd have to do it with little to no sound whatsoever.
Meanwhile, The van was a little more lively now that Susan had awoken suddenly and was struggling with Bonnie. Shocked to find herself stripped down to her bra and panties, she immediately went into a full defense mode consisting of a crouching bunny, hidden odor attack stance. She was on her knees and grabbing for the doors of the van until Bonnie came from nowhere and jumped on her back.
"Awake so soon” cried deeply into as she wrapped her thighs around her hips and clamped her arms around her shoulders.
Susan grabbed desperately for her attacker's face as she screamed and begged for this insane woman to calm down and come to her senses!
"Lady!! You're only making this worse on yourself! I suggest you give up and release me at once!" Susan pleaded.
Bonnie suddenly had that sinister smile across her face that her ticklish victims eventually grew to fear...
She sent her hands deep into Susan's right side and began tickling like crazy.
"Oooohhh!!!! hhaa aheehe aehahe wait!! WAIT!!" Susan shouted as she suddenly felt the intense tickling sensations building in her belly.
She was way too ticklish to be put in this situation!
Bonnie noticed Susan's insane reactions and added to her torment with her other hand. She started squeezing Susan's inner thigh up and down the leg in an effort to find her weakest spot.
"Sha Aha aHAHa AAH SHIT!! SHIT PLEASE!! ahha aeh AHEHA haheae aheaheah!" Susan screamed bloody murder as Bonnie got her judst below the hip.
Unfortunately for Bonnie, Susan was used to this style of punishment and was ready to defend herself against it. She grabbed Bonnie's hair, pulled forward and literally flung her over her shoulders and into the side of the van.
Susan kept screaming as loud as she could so that the utmost attention was attracted towards the rocking van. Bonnie fought feverishly against the mighty Susan.
"Kevin? Is that you making all that freaking noise?" Team leader Savage shouted to the other guards.
The van was shaking as heavy thuds smacked against both sides. Things were breaking and the sounds of girlish giggles were apparent.
Susan's plan was working perfectly. The guards grew their guns and slowly approached the odd looking Electrician van with caution. It was still shaking around, but not a single gunshot was heard from inside.
Just though girlish giggles...
"This is THE POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR NOW!" A guard shouted, drawing his 45 magnum.
Slowly, they approached the door....
Susan opened the door on her own and got out.
"Hey boys!" She said, gleeming with sweat and smiling happily.
They glared back at her in shock being that she was in her underwear.
But just to the left of her was the struggling, tightly bound and gagged Bonnie!!
"Caught ourselves a little spy..." She said with a smile.
The guards raided the van and yanked poor Bonnie out by her hogtied ankles and wrists.
"Mmmppphh!!" She screamed under the makeshift towel gag Susan used.
"Let's get her inside and see what we can do with her..."
Chapter 3: Inside Man
By Jersey_Tickler
Clyde was still slowly making his descent down the air ventaliation. So far so good, pretty soon Bonnie would have the six digit access code that would get him in the maximum security area. She was a really good ler, and he knew she could easily break that security guard. She was even good at tickling Clyde. Once for his birthday, she had him bound in his boxers, tied to their bed when he woke up. She tickled him for a good hour and then fed him breakfast like a baby. She even painted her toenails his favorite color, and rubbed her feet all over his body. She loved tickling more than Clyde loved feet. He wasn’t the kind of guy who stole women’s shoes so he could sniff them anytime. Clyde just had a preference for legs and feet, just like some guy’s had ass fetishes and tit fetishes. He didn’t even consider himself a fetishist, per se, just a average guy who knew what he liked.
Clyde shook the cobwebs out of his head, he was thinking of the past when he should be thinking about the present. He could hear voices not too far away, and would have to be extra, extra quiet now. The closer he got to the vent, he soon discovered that that he couldn’t hear talking, or shouting.
He heard laughter.
“How ironic thought Clyde to himself, it’s almost as if he was manifesting his own thoughts from a moment ago. Carefully stepping over the vent, he couldn’t resist peering down at what was going on.
AAAAHAAAAAHAAAANOOOOOHHOHOHOOOHNEHEHEHEHAAAAAWHOAH HEEEEEEEEHAHAHAAAA PLEEEEEAAAAAASE MIRANDA!
“Miranda thought Clyde, who could that be”.
He could see a head through the vent, a head belonging to a woman with long red hair, wearing a white coat.
“Now, now, Gwen, even if you don’t respect me, at least respect my title and call me by my professional name”.
“Okay gasped Gwen, I’m sorry”. “Please Dr. Featherstone, I can’t take anymore”.
“FEATHERSTONE boomed Clyde’s thoughts, what a fucking crock”.
His boss, Barney Noble sent him to infiltrate this Scientific Compound to capture something code named the Featherstone. When Clyde asked him what it was, he just smirked and said that he would know when he saw it.
But apparently the it was a who, a person. That lying son of a bitch.
Clyde controlled his anger, he would indeed give Barney hell, that was a given. But now he would wait for this woman to leave and hop down inconspicuously.
“Please Dr. Featherstone, no more” repeated Gwen.
“Very well, Gwenie replied Dr. Featherstone, I’ll give you a break and we’ll continue our session tomorrow”.
Bonnie was just starting to come to terms again...
She had been given a drug that forced her into submission for about twenty minutes. In that time, Susan and her crew of defense specialists managed to get her inside the lab and to the operations chamber located a few cell blocks away from Dr. Featherstone's office.
“Okay guys, time to get her clothes off replied Susan.
She bent over and unzipped Bonnie’s boots, tugging them off as she did so”. “Then she peeled off Bonnie’s sweat socks, revealing her dainty size nines with a nice shade of pink on her cute as button toes. Her turtleneck came off next, and then her slacks were unfastened and unzipped, with Susan getting them off in one swoop. Bonnie was now in her white bra and her pink panties with red hearts on them”.
“Awwwwwww coooed Susan, what cute little hearts, she must be in love”. “Well maybe her lover isn’t too far away, because I know this blonde bimbo wouldn’t just try to infiltrate us without some kind of sidekick to help her”. “No matter now, let’s prepare her
Chapter 4: Unexpected Guest
By Invisible Ink
Bonnie was placed in an area where many of Featherstone's bizarre robotic creations were left after they had failed for whatever reasons. The place looked like a robot graveyard, and the only sounds to be heard in here were the occasional twirling of a low powered armature or an arm of some decaying robot rotating randomly.
Bonnie was forced into what would eventually be known as the Guinea Pig suits. It wasn't much of a suit to be honest with you. A thick rubber straight jacket literally laminated her upperbody. Her arms were wrapped around her shoulders as if she was hugging herself, yet the material was clear and totally see-through. Unfortunately, her vision and her voice were no longer in her control. A leather harness gag from the pages of Trent Reznor's nightmares was wrapped securely around her skull. A pair of blinders covered her eyes, and one of the largest black rubber balls filled her mouth.
Bonnie was just starting to wake up when one of those old machines began going on some kind of rampage!
This weird machine had been doing this for over a week now, and Featherstone had gotten fed up with it. She sent it down to this wing of the lab to rot and die like the rest of her failures. Unfortunately for Bonnie, it still had some kick left in it!
Bonnie awoke with a startled gasp as she moaned akwardly and felt the ball shoved pratically down her throat. That was only the beginning of her discoveries. She moaned again, and this time, she tried getting up.
"Uhhhmm... uuuhhgghh.." She howled, trying desperately to pull her arms away from herself.
The failed machine of torture flipped onto it's tanklike traction belts and began spinning and rotating towards the left side of the room. As it traveled, it's enormous size and violently moving parts smashed, ran over, and destroyed everything in it's path. Arms and legs, accompied by waves of small machine parts exploded everywhere as the massive machine came closer to Bonnie.
Her ears were all she had left at this point...
"Ooopphhh!!?" She heard the enormous sound coming towards her on her left, so she tried getting to her feet before whatever it was that was heading her way didn't have a chance to destroy her too!
Getting up without arms wasn't exactly easy. Bonnie slid across the floor as she fell for the second time.
She was out of options, so she flipped onto her back and lifted herself up by the strength in her thighs. Now, she used all her strength to slide across the floor on her shoulders.
Another three seconds would have proved to be fatal as Featherstone's robot crushed the floor where Bonnie once was. The body of this machine looked like a snowman in the sense that it had three main compontents forming it into one. The lower portion was of course the tank tred system for it's movement. The mid section consisted of nearly a thousand small hoses that dangled and dripped liquids as the robot moved. And on the very top was it's enormous head. A pair of pariscopes were apparently conducting the movement for this machine. A huge speaker in the main faceplate of the head apparently was used for communication.
The pariscope on the left hand side had a red tinted film across the eye, while the one to the right was colored blue.
The machine locked in on Bonnie's bodyheat again, and began roaming towards her. This time, it wanted her badly. The hoses hanging from the center of it's body suddenly began to rotate at an alarming speed. Soon, it appeared as if the robot itself had the blades of a helicopter in the center of it's massive body!!
Bonnie heard the sounds of something twirling into action, almost like the sound of a fan turning on. She immediately panicked and tried desperately to pull herself onto her feet. The only way to pull this off was to somehow push up against a nearby wall and slide her way up. It would require incredible upperbody strength, but she had nothing to lose at this point!
As the robot began rolling over and crushed retired robots in it's path towards Bonnie, it suddenly released the values of whatever liquid it was running on and began spraying the entire room through the ends of those spinning hoses!
Bonnie was suddenly splattered with what felt like gallons of cum as she tried rolling herself towards what she hoped to be a wall.
"OOOuuuhhgggg!!" She groaned, nearly throwing up.
Finally, she slammed into a wall! She was pushed her back against it, bent at the knees, and forced herself up. It took massive leg strength, but she was actually able to pull it off! She did it!!
Her freedom lasted mere seconds as the robot used a secret third arm hanging behind it's back It grabbed her by her hair and lifted the soles of her feet off the ground. Heavy grinding sounds came from within the machine as Bonnie was lifted over it's head. That creepy looking HUGE head had an opening at the top, and it was actually opening up just under Bonnie's feet! It looked as though it was going to shove Bonnie inside itself!
"OoOoOOoOOooooohhhpppgg!! OOPPHHNOOO!!"
She kicked and screamed and fought against the arm as best she could. Unfortunately, it was futile. She was in this fucked up robots grasp and there wasn't a thing she could do.
But that isn't what was happening. It wasn't trying to put something inside itself...
It was letting something out...
Actually, a dozen little somethings to be precise. A dozen tickle bots ranging in color and speed hoped from the center column of this robot and grabbed Bonnie's body wherever they wanted. Each looked a little like a baseball with three arms, two buzzing brushes, six pinwheels, and a grease shooter. Their first course of action was to spray Bonnie's entire body from head to toe in grease. She cried out akwardly and shook around with anger as she felt her body being sprayed with the thick solution. This was hell...
After she was lubed up nicely, the robots wiggled and clamped onto her lower body and began teasing the areas of skin that seemed most sensitive. Chills shot up and down her spine as the little bastards clamped onto her ankles and started playing with her oh-so-delicate toes. She hated being tickled, and fought desperately with the machines. At one point, she flicked her foot and kicked off one the little toe ticklers.
The other one grabbed her big toe and the pinky toe, and started spraying the sole of her foot with a sharp line of grease. Her foot trembled violently as the tickling sensations filled her brain. She couldn't really laugh with that ball in her mouth, so instead she gurgled and drooled a lot.
Again, with the flick of her foot, the robot lost it's grip and fell to the ground with a good clean smack.
Several more joined in the fun and started tickling her belly! They filled her belly button with grease and began rotating their brushes in a circle around her navel. Her body went into automatic tickly shutters and convulsions as she groaned and gurgled much louder now. The front of that cruel and unforgiving straight jacket was slick with her own drool.
A few robots started down her backside and playfully went for the cheeks of her butt when they too lost their grips and fell to the ground. They both smacked hard against the floor and broke in seconds.
The massive robot was begining to move again, and this time, it was going faster than before. Large pumping armatures and fields were sparking like crazy from inside the motor chamber, nearly spitting fire at this point.
Bonnie could actually feel the heat coming from the machine against her half naked body.
!!BAMM BAMMM!!
Suddenly, the shots of a 12 gauge pump action combat shotgun blasted through the air, followed by the sounds of metal shattering. After that, three more shots followed.
The robot suddenly stopped in it's tracks and slowly stopped functioning. The head had been blasted open by Featherstone's defense squad. She, and the four man team were standing at the doorway of the room.
"Stubborn wasn't it?" She said with a smile as she walked into the room.
The defense team ran ahead of their boss and confirmed the robot's fatal termination with six more shots into the chest area. The blue flames and shattering motor finally ended all the madness with a flury of bullets.
Featherstone walked towards Bonnie, who was still being held by the robot's now non-functional third arm. Her blood red high heeled pumps stabbed the floor with her every step.
One of the robot's little ticklers was trying to get itself up and back to Bonnie. Featherstone paued for a moment and gazed at her little creation. Without even a second's worth of hesistation, she lifted her left leg and aimed her heel at the little machine.
"If you can't hang on to your captive, then what good are you?" She said before smashing her heel through it's faceplate like a icepick.
It made a few strange sounds and then went into termination mode.
Chapter 5: The Mad Scientist
Featherstone grabbed Bonnie by the ankle and began tickling the sole of her right foot.
Bonnie bucked back and forth, closing her eyes tightly and started moaning and groaning again.
"OoPPPHHHAAHA EAHEA OOOPPHPHMMHHGGAA!!"
"Unlike my little failures, I WON'T release my grip." She said, sliding a few fingertips into the spaces between her sweating toes.
"Oh, you're very ticklish, aren't you!" She said gleefully.
"OoPPAHAHA HhahahaOAPPAPA!!" Bonnie answered.
"I think you can help me with some of my research tonight little one." She said as she grabbed the other ankle.
Featherstone brought Bonnie's ankles together and immediately wrapped them with white bandages.
Now, she had the pleasure of tickling the arches of both of her captive's soles. Bonnie's toes curled in defense and then opened and spread out as she tried dealing with these terrible feelings. She was so used to doing the tickling, and was now getting her just desserts for a change!
"Oh yes, your pretty feet are very ticklish, aren't they my little spy?" Featherstone said softly.
"You're probably going to tell Mommy everything she wants to know about the human nervous system, won't you?" She added.
"Ooppphh!! Ooppphhh!!" Bonnie said angrily, pulling her feet away and kicking at Featherstone's wiggling fingers.
"Ah! You little BITCH!" She screamed as her index finger was knocked backwards from a blind kick.
Featherstone answered that attack by grabbing Bonnie's index toe on the left foot and twisting it softly and slowly in a 360 degree rotation.
Bonnie winched up immediately, but didn't give in to the pain just yet. She just yelped a little and trembled.
"I think I need to get you under the ropes and into my guinea pig playground you little troublemaker." Featherstone explained, twisting her toe a little farther.
"OOOOPPPPHH!!"
"If you don't want to help me, and you'd like to be set free right now, all you have to do is ask me politely." The lunatic doctor of machinery explained softly.
Clearly, speaking english wasn't on the menu for Bonnie, but she tried anyway. She tried her best to make audible words come from her rubber ball filled mouth.
"I'm afraid I can't understand you..." Featherstone said with glee.
She turned to her defense team.
"I want her naked, face down and unable to move so much as a muscle over in room 2314." Featherstone demanded.
She released Bonnie's toe and turned to walk away. In the process, she kicked one of the failed ticklebots across the room and never looked back.
"Alright boys, you heard the woman! Let's get this girl out of here and into 2314. Someone call Sasha for the restraining of the prisoner once we get there. Got it?!" The team leader shouted.
From a small vent shaft above the robot graveyard, Clyde stared eye wided in horror as he watched his partner being pulled from the dead machine's grasp and lowered into a metal box head first. She was forced to curl into a ball before the top of the box was locked down. It had wheels, so it was easy to roll the trapping box out of there.
He had witnessed the entire thing, but there wasn't a thing he could do about now. He watched where the team rolled his Bonnie girl, and started planning how he'd save their asses this time...
First things first, he had to figure out how the hell to get out of these shafts!!!
Chapter 6: Clyde’s Gamble
By Jersey_tickler
Clyde was completely taken aback after what he just witnessed. It was like Karma had taken it’s toll on Bonnie and paid her back for past jobs that involved her tickling people for information. Now she was to be a guinea pig for some mad scientist who had a tickle fetish, what were the ironic odds. It didn’t matter though, Clyde had been in this situation before and he would get himself and Bonnie out like he always did. Although he did find it attractive that Bonnie had a knack for being the damsel in distress, it turned him on to be her hero and vice versa. The last time he saved her, she practically ripped off their clothes and fucked him for nearly three hours. Even after they tickled a target, it turned them on so much.
Very carefully, Clyde opened the vent and and leaped down into the room. He then pulled out a 9mm. automatic from his ankle holster and slipped it into his back pocket. Opening the door and looking both ways, he crept down the hallway and tried to find room # . This was definitely not part of the facility he observed before accepting this mission. Hell, he basically came into this job blindsided by his own greed. Ben, his boss, told him that if he captured the Featherstone, he and Bonnie would collect 2 million dollars aka retirement. But the joke was on Clyde, because obviously he wanted Clyde and Bonnie to take her down and learn everything about her robotic technology. Only he didn’t count on Featherstone being a merciless ler, something they had never encountered before.
As he made his way down the corridor, Clyde came face to face with a robot as big as he was. A flashing red light on it’s chest and chrome blue on it’s head and upper body made up the design and it had a human looking face, only not human.
“Identify yourself sir ordered the robot as he held up a hand to stop Clyde.
“Hunt, Mike 3/21/84 replied Clyde briskly.
“Mike Hunt echoed the robot (sorry ladies, please don’t take offense) name does not compute, i must take you in”.
The robot made a grab for Clyde’s arm but Clyde leaped backwords drawing his handgun and putting two bullets into the robot’s head. He smirked as the robot hit the floor. He scurried faster down the hallway now because there would be responses to the gunshots heard. He peered down the right corridor and saw the Defense team pushing the metal box that contained Bonnie, he now saw room #2314 . Now all he would do is wait for the guards to leave, take them out, and get Bonnie free. But how, being that there were six and he was solo. Clyde then noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall beside him, a gleam came his eye.
Five minutes later, they came out and started down the hallway. Clyde waited in another room and then smiled to himself.
“Hey, security, get in here, caught another one”.
Sure enough, Clyde heard several footsteps while he waited behind a file cabinet. When the guards came in, guns drawn, he sprayed them with the extinguisher before they could squeeze off one shot. He dropped kicked two of them, side kicked another, and hit another with the empty can. Down they went, all five of them.
“Wait, weren’t there six of them”
“Damn, Susan was the only one left and she hadn’t come out with the rest, I guess she wanted to personally pay Bonnie back”.
Clyde heard a click of heels on the tile floor. Glancing through the crack, he saw a white lab coat with red hair hanging down, it was Featherstone.
“Oh yeah thought Clyde, the big Kahuna”!
As soon as the door opened automatically, he grabbed two glocks from the guards. Strapping an ammo belt around his waist, he put one gun in the holster, and picked up two more and held them Reservoir Dogs style. Right before the door shut he slipped right through and entered inconspicuously.
He was in a big room with padded tables, bondage equipment, hanging ropes, and sets of renaissance stocks. It looked more like a dominatrix lair than a lab. Bonnie was lying on her stomach on one of the padded tables, and spread eagled with the ball gag still intact. The only thing covering her was her pink bikini panties. Susan was right by the table and was shocked to see Clyde.
“Get away from her, you bitch ordered Clyde as he aimed both guns at them, and lose the gun belt”.
Dr. Featherstone did not get up from the floor, nor did she get angry as Susan did what she was told. Tossing the belt over to Clyde and putting her hands up in surrender. Bonnie was turned away from seeing Clyde entered, but she smiled through her gag when she heard his voice.
“I figured there were two of you said Susan, but I didn’t think you’d both be such amateurs”.
“Shut up barked Clyde pocketing one pistol, and let Bonnie go”.
”Wow, what a cute boy you are beamed Dr. Featherstone. “And you’re so heroic for trying to rescue your little damsel in distress here”.
“I won’t try bragged Clyde, I can and I will rescue her, and it wouldn’t be the first time either”. I’ve saved Bonnie from scum worse than a bunch of bitches. Now let her go or you get a bullet in each tit”.
“Love to said Susan, but Dr. Featherstone is in charge, not me”.
Dr. Featherstone regarded Clyde with a sly look and then began to speak.
“I must say, young man, you have such balls for coming here and pointing guns around”. “It’s pretty sad that you and your fair haired partner won’t be leaving though” she added.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Doc said Clyde cockily, I’m armed and you’re not, how can you stop me”.
“I wasn’t talking about us said Dr. Featherstone, I was refereeing to Sasha”.
Clyde turned around to see a big woman standing behind him. Before he could fire a shot, she knocked the gun out of his hand seized his arms, wrapping him into a bear hug.
“Ha snorted Sasha, I’ve got you and there’s nothing you can do about it”.
“Let me go you fat bitch cried Clyde, to which Sasha responded by pinching his rear.
“Now, now, name calling will only make it worse” she threatened. “Say that’s not a bad butt you got there, hun”.
Dr. Featherstone got up and got close to Clyde.
“Your timing couldn’t be more perfect, little boy, because now I can take the art of tickling to a whole new level and I need a male volunteer”.
“What, a volunteer, for what”? “Wait a minute, you’re not going to tickle me, are you”?
Featherstone cackled and threw her head back. “Yes, dear boy, I am going to tickle you. Because it is vital in my research that I study and test the nerve endings in the body. So far, I have tickled four females, and no males. So congratulations, handsome, you are going to be my first. You will be subjected to tickle torture 101, as well as erotic tickling 101, and orgasm experimentation 101. I normally ask my volunteers to strip down before we begin, but I find that taking off clothes personally is not only psychologically satisfying to a mad scientist like me. But I find that it adds more torture to the subject and makes them even more weak and vulnerable. That and I think it’s a lot of fun to see the look on their faces when they are totally naked or in their skivvies. Now are those really your glasses or are they part of the whole incognito get-up you got on”?
Dr. Featherstone took off his glasses and put them in her lab coat pocket. Then she got right close to his ear.
“And next, I have to take this off”.
Clyde felt the blood rush to his groin as Featherstone kissed his ear. She removed his gun belt and handed his weapons to Susan who put them away, then she went to her drawer and pulled out a small injection gun. Clyde shuddered at the thought of being tickled by this madwoman, she’d likely make him laugh to death”.
But first, I have to give you this, it’s quite painless with the exception of the little prick you’ll feel when I stick you”. “But this is only to guarantee that you behave yourself so that you don’t ruin my experimentation”.
She injected Clyde into his shoulder and there was a small popping noise.
“Look lady began Clyde, if you let us go, we’ll give you any information you want”. “If you just release her, I’ll stay behind and you can have me answer anything about anything”.
“Dr. Featherstone smiled and ruffled Clyde’s hair.
“I admire your selflessness, pretty boy, but unfortunately I could care less why you are here”. “All I care about is my research and my subjects that endure my testing”. “In about twenty seconds, you’ll be unable to walk, you’ll only be able to crawl like a baby, but that won’t get you very far”.
She was right because Clyde soon felt the drug coursing through his veins and nerves, and then he felt his legs go completely numb”.
“Let’s hang him up, he can be our piñata suggested Sasha, a piñata with special treats”. She licked her lips at Clyde when she said that, and Clyde responded by almost gagging.
“Good call Sasha agreed Dr. Featherstone, those restraints hanging from the should do nicely but first things first”.
She turned to Susan and signaled the guard to come over.
“Take him from Sasha, Susan, and set him down on the carpet”. "I shall take his clothes off, so that I have full access to him".
“My pleasure said Susan, hand him over Sasha”!
Sasha practically threw a paralyzed Clyde over to Susan, as the young lad gave a yelp. Susan caught him by the arms and threw Clyde over her shoulder. Clyde groaned as he felt Susan carry him over to a huge square of carpet, almost like a box without walls.
“How the table’s have turned, eh gorgeous rasped Susan as she gave his rear end a light smack. "Now you'll know how it feels to be stripped down"!
“Look lady, it was Bonnie's idea to strip you down to and tickle you, ok”. "I'm just a pro thief who steals the goods, and she extracts the information from others". He heard Featherstone coming closer and looked up to see her staring down at him with her hands on her hips.
"So you're a thief, are you". "Well young man, if you got caught, that makes you a rank amateur". "But I'm a thief too, at least right now I am, do you know why"?
Clyde shook his head no.
"Because I am going to steal the clothes from your body snarled Featherstone as she dropped to her knees and craddled the young man's ankles. Clyde felt his Oxfords being unlaced and then felt the shoes loosen before they were snatched from his feet. Featherstone threw the shoes toward Sasha and Susan, then smiled down at his stocking feet.
"C'mon lady pleaded Clyde, if we're both on the same level, surely we can make a deal here".
Featherstone ignored his comment, and began to massage his feet, which were encased in his navy dress socks.
“Oh, such nice socks, so warm and so soft". "And a little on the smelly side, phew!
Dr. Featherstone began to peel the socks down to Clyde’s heels, then she wiggled her fingers towards his feet which made Clyde gulp.
“Now, off you go, smelly socks she crowed as she snatched both socks off by the toes and sent them sailing through the air and landing on the floor.
Clyde watched in dismay as his socks sailed away, then he felt his shirt being unbuttoned. He winced as it came off his shoulders and back and was soon staring at his bare chest. Then he felt his pants being unfastened and unzipped, which Featherstone pulled them off his paralyzed legs.
All three women whistled and giggled at Clyde, who blushed at wearing nothing but his tighty whites.
“Look at those cute little undies teased Dr. Featherstone, the undercover is now in his underwear!” “I shall leave these on”. “At least for now she added with an evil grin, we don’t want him completely naked yet”. “Now get him into position and don’t forget to gag him”.
Susan nodded and attached the cuffs to Clyde’s wrists. Sasha handed her a ball gag which she attached to his head. Then she stepped back while Dr. Featherstone pushed a button on her console.
Within seconds, Clyde felt himself being elevated off the floor, so that he was hanging five feet off the ground.
“Mmmmmmphhhhhh cried Clyde through his gag, knowing it was futile to try and speak but decided to give it a try anyway.
“I ask you, did you ever see such a decorative tickle toy” admired Dr. Featherstone as if she were admiring a work of art on display. The look in her eyes could be determined as both lust for Clyde and determination to drive him insane. Her gaze turned to Sasha who also watched with fascination.
“Sasha, gather up his clothes and throw them in the incinerator commanded Dr. Featherstone, that will be his punishment for pointing guns at people”.
Sasha did as she was told, and gathered up the pile of clothing that lay askew across the floor. Picking up Clyde’s socks, she held them to her nose and inhaled deeply. Moaning with pleasure she looked up at Clyde and took four steps so that she was closer to his dangling bare feet.
“Fee Fi Fo Fum cried Sasha, I smell the feet of a ticklish boy, muah ha ha ha”!
Clyde squealed in fear as her hands got nearer and nearer to his feet.
“No Sasha boomed Dr. Featherstone, do what I say, and destroy those threads, and empty his pants pocket for a wallet”. “I always want to know the names of my subjects”.
She looked down at Bonnie who was blindfolded and gagged as well, but she could hear everything that was said and done. Sasha dug through Clyde’s pants and found a wallet and some gum. She looked through it with her chubby digits and
“Miranda exclaimed Sasha, I have found his wallet and a phony ID, his alias is Clyde Barrow”.
“And hers is Bonnie Parker commented Susan, I found her wallet in her pants as well”.
“Ah Bonnie and Clyde beamed Dr. Featherstone, how lovely”. “Well Susan, how about you attend to Miss Bonnie here, since you owe her some personal payback”. “But just five minutes though, while I get Clyde caught up”.
Seizing a feather in her hands she lowered Clyde so that he was now three feet off the ground and walked toward him whistling a tune. Sasha threw his shirt, pants, socks and shoes into the incinerator and closed the lid. Pushing a button he heard a humming noise.
“You hear that, your clothes are slowly melting laughed Sasha. “Now you have nothing but your underwear and a little dignity left”.
Clyde’s eyes went wide with despair and fear”. He was half naked and at the mercy of these women. He hoped he could make it”. He tried to squirm but his muscles were totally useless.
“Ooooh taunted Dr. Featherstone, is the little boy scared of the big bad feather”. “That’s great, I love fear, and especially one’s fear of being tickled when they’re going to get it anyway”.
Dr. Featherstone ran the feather along Clyde’s chest area, going side to side and up and down.
“How does that feel, Mr. Barrow asked Featherstone, or am I doing this wrong”.
Clyde’s muffled laughter through the gag was blabbering away in soft tones.
“Oh good, I was worried there for a moment replied Dr. Featherstone sarcastically, you didn’t strike me as ticklish when you entered looking all tough with guns drawn. “But now look at you, paralyzed, in your underwear, hanging for my amusement so that I may tickle you all I want”. “Now allow me to continue, cutchie cutchie coo Clyde”.
She stuck the tip of the feather into Clyde’s bellybutton and swirled it around, while humming a tune now.
“Mmhahaaaaaheeheheheeeee stammered Clyde through the gag, he hated having his innie tickled.
“That’s right little birdie cooed Dr. Featherstone, sing for Mommy now, while she does her research on your hot ticklish body”.
“After two and a half minutes of twirling his bellybutton, she set her feather down and smoothed back her red hair tying it into a bun. Then she ran a French manicured nail down Clyde’s left leg all the way to the top of his foot. Then she did the same procedure with his right leg. Clyde continued to giggle as his smooth legs were being scratched ever so softly. Dr. Featherstone began to pinch his kneecaps, and tickle them fast and efficiently.
Clyde’s laughter slowed down and went softer, due to the fact that his kneecaps weren’t all that ticklish and it didn’t really bother him much. He decided to murmour his laughter rather than cry out in agony, to show this mad woman he wasn’t all that ticklish. It was a tricky con, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to try.
Dr. Featherstone regarded his knees with skeptiscism, and stopped tickling them. Then took a step back and regarded Clyde with a sly look.
“Awwwww, what’s the matter little boy, suddenly not so ticklish”?
Clyde shook his head no, and inhaled some quick breaths through his nose.
“Hmmmm, why don’t I believe you, I guess I’m just a big cynic”.
Her gaze went down to Clyde’s bare feet, and she smiled at them.
“My, my, you have big feet, young man, I’m guessing a size ten”. “I wonder if what Sasha said was true, let’s me see”?
“She grabbed Clyde’s left foot and gave it a little sniff.
“Pee yoo she exclaimed holding her nose, these feet are definetly on stink street, which is what you get when running around trying to spy on me”.
“She cupped the heel of Clyde’s foot and signaled Sasha.
“Bring me my sonicare, I need to clean up Clyde’s feetsies”.
Sasha happily obliged Dr. Featherstone by bringing the electric toothbrush as fast as her fat legs could carry her.
With a wicked glee, Dr. Featherstone switched on the brush and held it inches away from Clyde’s foot.
“Now then, this won’t hurt a bit, Clydey boy”!
She ran the electric toothbrush along Clyde’s sole, getting the arch and balls of his feet, not missing one inch.
“HAAAHAAHAAHHAEEEEEEEOOHOHOOHOOHOHHOOAAAAAAHA AAA laughed Clyde, HEEHEHEEAAAHHAAEEEEHEE”!
“Ah so your feetsies are ticklish noted Dr. Featherstone, very ticklish actually”. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, little Clyde boy”.
Sweat was starting to pour down Clyde’s forehead as his sensitive feet were being tormented with those damn sonicare tickles. Dr. Featherstone was now brushing along his arches, while using her nails to tickle his heel. Then she switched to the other foot and repeated the same process. Clyde giggled harder and shook his head from side to side, which was the only part of his body that he could move.
Dr. Featherstone could tell that Clyde was losing his mind, and his laughter was going up the scale from 50 to 150. As much as she enjoyed tickling Clyde, she was really anxious to get back to Bonnie. She decided to try something else before handing him over to Sasha. Together she and Susan would make Bonnie suffer to the point of orgasm and force her to cum without Clyde.
I’m having so much fun with you, my little boy toy said Dr. Featherstone, let’s see how ticklish your toes are”?
Clyde screamed as he felt Dr. Featherstone separate his big toe from his middle toe and attack the crevice in between. Then she used the electric brush to tickle each toe individually, for about two minutes each. To add more fuel to the fire, she used her feather to saw in between his toes on the left foot. Clyde felt tears roll down his eyes, his voice was aching and all the while this psycho scientist was giggling at his predicament.
“Clyde has tickly toes, Clyde has tickly toes she chanted. “Tickle, tickle, little toes”!
Eventually she stopped, and Clyde slunk his head down when she dead, relieved for the break.
“Don’t get too comfortable my sweet warned Dr. Featherstone, because Sasha will be taking over in about one minute”.
She smiled at Susan tickling Bonnie, what a pretty sight.
“Sasha, help me untie Bonnie ordered Dr. Featherstone, we need to flip her over”.
Bonnie felt four hands grab her, undo her bonds, and getting laid down on her back.
Ummmphhh she groaned, as her bonds were replaced on her body, save for one ankle that Dr. Featherstone is holding with one hand, with her other one holding her feebly wiggling foot”.
“You are divine, Miss Parker she rasped with glee, and you have beautiful tootsies”. On that note she kissed Bonnie’s foot and toes, which made Bonnie giggle softly.
“And now, Miss Bonnie Parker, you shall feel fire under those knickers you have on, for I am going to really take you down erotica avenue”!
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