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Charity Fundraiser
"You want me to what?"
"I want you to participate in a charity fundraiser this Saturday....."
Lita sat with Vince Mcmahon in his office.
"Okay sure. What do I have to do?"
"Pose for pictures and sign autographs......."
"Is that all?"
"No, you also have to take pictures with fans while locked up in stocks....."
"What?!"
"It's just for the theme..........it'll almost be like a midieval fair....or something like that...you'll be on stage at 'The World' and people will buy tickets to take pictures with you..........."
Lita still seemed a bit uneasy.
"Relax Lita. You'll be in good hands.........there will bodyguards all over the place......"
"Well, okay........"
"Great....." he said as he shook her hand.
"The driver will arrive at your hotel and pick you up............and the Hardyz too."
"Okay....bye Mr. Mcmahon...."
"Bye Lita......"
*Saturday*
Lita and the Hardyz arrived at the fund raiser a few hours ago and had been signing autograph's and taking pics with fans ever since.
Lita's friend and fellow Diva Trish Stratus was there as well. So Lita chatted with her for a bit. She had already seen Trish in her set of stocks. One's that held her head in the middle and her hands on either side of her.
She smiled brightly when the fans came over to her and took their pictures.
After seeing Trish go through it, she felt better about her stocks. She was ready to do it.
"Excuse me?...Lita?"
She turned around and saw a stagehand.
"Yes?"
"It's almost time for you to go on......"
"Okay......"
"Please follow me........"
"I'll see you guys later........"
"Bye...." said the Hardyz.
The stagehand led her backstage to to the stocks and Lita saw that they were very different than Trish's.
There was a bench with a long pole in back of it. It had these straps hanging at the top. The stocks were completely seperate with one hole in each. These stocks were bolted to the floor.
"Let me help you into this........"
Lita sat down and watched as the stagehand reached over and placed a strap across her hips. He then walked behind her.
"Raise your arms please.........."
She did and he strapped her in. Once he finished, she pulled and found that she couldn't free her hands.
"Strong straps.........." she muttered.
Lita looked down at her tank top and realized tha it had risen to just below her breasts revealing a wide expanse of her tight tummy. She was beginning to wish she had worn a longer t-shirt.
The stagehand grabbed her right leg and placed it into the adjacent stock and then did the same with her left.
He then placed pad locks on them.
"Are the locks necessary?........."
"For authenticity ma'am........."
Lita thought about it for a moment and remembered that Trish's stocks had been locked as well.
"Okay......"
Lita could only imagine how she looked.
Arms tied tightly over her head, pulling her upper body taut. Her legs wide open and stretched out as well.
She must have been a sight.
"The announcer just arrived and then we'll be starting soon...."
Lita sat for a few moments until she was approached by a tall darkhaired man.
"Hi, my name is Tony. I'm the announcer for this event........" he said as he looked down at the redhead.
"Hi Tony, I would shake your hand, but I'm a little tied up at the moment......." she giggled.
He laughed as well.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be........" she replied.
"You're going on in 5....4...3...2.....1................" said the stagehand.
The announcer walked past the curtain and addressed the audience.
"HEEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOOOO OUT THERE! ARE YOU READY FOR LITA!!!!!!!!!!"
"YES!" replied the audience.
"ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLRIGHT THEN. LET'S RAISE. THAT. CURTAIN!!!!!!!!"
The curtain raised and the facility thundered with applause and cheers when the audience saw their favorite redhead locked up in bondage just like they were promised she'd be.
"HERE SHE IS FOLKS! READY FOR YOU, YOUR PICTURES.......AND YOUR WHAT!!!!?????"
"TICKLING!!" theyshouted back.
Lita looked extremely confused.
'Tickling?!........what the hell are they talking about.' she thought.
"Well, I'm sure that all or most of you have your 'Tickle tickets', each costing a whopping $50.00. Those tickets are red.......You were allowed to buy five tickets....so if you did that means you've got 75 minutes.......that's over an hour of TICKLING!, but remember.......you can only use them one at a time.......we have to make sure that everyone gets a turn......"
The crowd cheered once more with many waving said tickets in the air.
"With your tickle ticket you could have 15 minutes to tickle Lita in just about anyway you wish.............You are allowed to tickle her neck, armpits, ribs, tummy, thighs, knees, calves aaaaaaaannnnnddddddddddd................her FEET!!!!.."
"WHAT?!" Lita shouted.
The only person able to hear her was the announcer. The crowd was too excited to notice.
He turned around and looked at her.
"What's the matter?"
"What do you mean tickled?"
"Just what it sounds like, what's wrong?"
"I didn't agree to this.........."
"Yes, you did. Vince Mcmahon said that you agreed to be held in stocks and tickled for charity........"
"I did not......."
"Yes you did. That's what he told everyone...........and besides, you can't back out now....it's for charity and your allready locked up...............please just be a good sport...."
"Fine......." she huffed. "I still don't like this..........."
The announcer smirked and walked towards the front of the stage again.
"THERE WAS ALSO ANOTHER KIND OF TICKET! ONE THAT COSTS $100.00. THOSE TICKETS ARE GOLD!!! THAT SPECIAL TICKET WOULD GET YOU A HALF HOUR WITH LITA TO TICKLE AND TEASE AS YOU PLEASE!!"
"Oh nooooooooo" Lita moaned.
"LITA'S READY AND RARIN' TO GO, BUT THERE'S A PROBLEM.................SHE STILL HAS HER SHOES ON!!!"
The crowd booed and began chanting.
"TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!"
Tony did as they asked.
"WHAT ABOUT HER SOCKS?!"
"TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!"
Tony made a show of peeling Lita's socks off. He did it slowly. Revealing inch after inch of her soft soles.
Her soft peds were met with more than a few whistles.
Lita blushed. She had always thought her feet were ugly. That's why she wore sneakers more than anything else.
"OKAY EVERYONE! I NEED YOU ALL TO GET IN LINE!......"
The crowd hurridly formed a line and anxiously awaited to get there hands on the redhead.
"Now, I'm gonna let you up five at a time.........so you can all give her a really good tickling.........don't forget, you only have 15 minutes, so make it good........"
The first group of people to come up consisted of a 2 girls and 3 guys.
They all said hi to the diva and took their positions around her vulnerable body.
One girl stood by one of her feet and a guy stood by the other.
One of the other guys took a place near her stomach while the other tow people each took an armpit.
"ON YOUR MARK.................GET SET.....................TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKLE!!!!!!"
The fans got to work on Lita's body.
The girl at her foot used both hands to tickle the sole. She had sharp manicured nails which made her tickling that much more effective.
The man at her other foot grabbed her big toe and pulled it back, stretching out the sole.
He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He held a key between his thumb and forefinger and began to run it up and down Lita's foot.
The guy at her stomach dug into the soft flesh for all he was worth. Having the ebautiful redhead like this made him feel as though he had died and gone to heaven.
The girl at her armpit lightly scratched up and down while the man dug in with one hand and used the other to tease Lita's neck.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHWHWHWHWHWHWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOHAHAHAHAHAPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHE"
The ticklers actions were feuled by the redhead's laughter and the constant cheering of the audience.
Lita screamed, bounced and laughed much to the delight of the ticklers and the audience.
The redhead was unable to defend herself against the different methods of tickling and just laughed continually for what seemed like hours.
"OKAY! TIMES UP!!"
The ticklers reluctantly stopped and moved down the stage ready to get back on line and use their other tickets.
Lita slumped in her bondage and caught her breath.
"NEXT!!!!!!!"
Five more people came up.
All guys.
They looked the redhead over hungrily.
One of them had a bag in his hand. He opened it and pulled out a few feathers and handed them to the other guys who Lita had figured were his friends.
"OOOOOOOOH. LOOKS LIKE THEY BROUGHT THEIR OWN INSTRUMENTS!!! DID THE REST OF YOU REMEMBER TO BRING YOURS!??!!?!"
Many people on the line answered with a resounding 'YES'.
The guys took the same places as the tickler before them, each brandishing their feathers ready to tickle the redhead.
"READY....................BEGIN!"
Lita laughed, shrieked and giggled as the guys went to work on her.
The guys at her armpits were using their fingers to tickle and used their feathers on her face, ears, and neck. She giggled and shook her head, but she was met with a feather to her cheek or nostril no matter where she turned.
The one at her stomach alternated between swirling the feather around from big circles to little ones until he eventually dipped it into her belly button and twirled it between his fingers. He used his other hand to tickle her well defined ribs.
The guy at her left foot stroked the feather up and down her soles and at the base of her toes while the other guy used the quill end to write across her foot.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHOEHOAHOEHAEOHAOHEAOHEOAHEOAHEHAOHEOAHEAOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHE"
The guys even included some verbal taunting. Saying things like 'Kootchie Koo Lita. Does that tickle? and Laugh if you want us to continue.
"TIIIIIIIMMMMMMMEEEEESSSSSSSS UP!"
The guys groaned and Lita sighed and gasped.
"We sure got her good!" said the guys as they slapped five and got back on line.
"Let's give Lita a little rest okay........."
The audience booed.
"Aaaw come on. You don't want her to pass out do you?"
A chorus of 'No's" rang out.
"Okay then....let's give her a hand for being such a good sport...."
The audience cheered and clapped.
*15 minutes later*
"OKAY.....WHO'S NEXT!?"
Five women walked up on stage. Two of them holding a bags and dogs on leashes.
"Oooooooooooh Dogs............this looks interesting............and look. They've got golden tickets............looks like a half hour of tickling for you Lita..........."
Lita looked fearfully at the women who had feral, almost predatory looks in their eyes.
The women went through their bags and brought out their props. Two took their places by Lita's head with shaving brushes and feathers in hand, the one at her stomach was had the same.
The two with the dogs didn't have the same thing.
Instead, they tied their dogs to the ends of the stocks and went through their bags again.
They pulled out little tupperware containers that had a brown substance in them.
"Ooooooooooooh, what's that ladies?"
"It's gravy..." One of them said.
The women pulled out tiny brushes and coated both of Lita's soles with the thick sauce.
The audience was captivated by the sight. They knew what was going to happen next. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
"BEGIN!!"
Once the women were done applying the gravy they stepped back and watched as their dogs began sniffing at Lita's wiggling feet.
The ladies walked behind the stocks and prepared to tickle Lita's legs as their dogs began to lick the redhea's feet.
"We're gonna tickle you until you pass out........." one of them whispered.
But Lita didn't hear her.
Her mind was completely consumed by the raspy tongues that were now torturing the hell out of her feet.
The dogs licked and licked the flailing feet. They then stood on their hind les and held her feet with their paws to stop her from moving. They continued to lick and lick.
"AAAAAAAAAPLEASEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOMOREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHEEEEESTOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
The women then went to work on Lita as well.
Shaving brushes and feathers were twirled and spun on every exposed piece of ticklish flesh that the women were able to get their hands on.
The women at her legs squeezed and tickled through the fabric of her pants.
Suddenly, ripping sounds filled the air.
The women began to rip holes into Lita's pants and had succeeded in ripping them off leaving her in a pair of homemade short shorts.
They then used their nails to tickle the actual bare skin of Lita's thighs. knees and claves.
Lita was completely consumed with laughter.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHEHAWWWWWWWWWWWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHOHOAHWHOAHOWHAOWHAOHWAOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHHEHE"
"15 MINUTES LADIES!!"
The women at her legs stopped tickling and recoated Lita's feet and the dogs resumed their tickling.
The women returned to their spots at Lita's legs and resumed their torturous tickling.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA"
Some time had passed.
"TIMES UP!"
But the women didn't stop.
The announcer was about to say it again when he turned and looked at the audience. They were enthralled with the display. Many were even buying more tickets to get the chance to tickle Lita.
So he didn't say anything.
Even Matt, Jeff, and Trish were cheering the ticklers on.
The women tickled and tickled, sometimes even trading places to have a crack at a new spot. They always made sure to reappy the gravy when they felt that their dogs were running a bit low..................and even if they weren't.
Lita screamed and cackled as her body was pushed to the limits.
Her breath became shorter and her movements fewer until she mercifully passed out.
The women stopped, but the dogs kept going.
Lita even managed to giggle in her unconscious state.
The ticklers recieved a standing ovation. They grabbed their instruments and their dogs and walked off stage, only to, like the others get back on line.
"WOW! LOOKS LIKE IT WAS ALL A BIT TOO MUCH FOR OUR GIRL HERE! WE'RE GONNA TAKE A SHORT INTERMISSION, BUT DON'T WORRY! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK FOR MORE TICKLING!!!" said the announcer as the curtain came down.
He walked through it to find a few people, paramedics he assumed checking on the redhead. One of them waved smelling salts under her nose and she woke with a start. They checked her pulse and heart rate and deemed her well enough to continue. They also gave her some water for her dry throat. She finished the while bottle, while someone held it for her, in one gulp.
"Let me out of this chair!" she screamed.
"Sorry, can't do it...........you agreed and it's for charity and besides, look at how happy you made your fans...........you're always willing to please the fans right?"
Lita grumbled.
She couldn't argue with that, but she's never had to be tickled to death to please her fans before.
*15 minutes later*
"It's showtime..........." Tony said as he strutted back on stage.
He made his announcements and the curtain raised once more to reveal a slightly dissheveled, but still refreshed Lita.
"LITA LITA LITA!" the audience chanted.
In spite of the situation, Lita actually smiled.
That is until she heard Tony scream:
"NEXT!!"
*Hours later*
And so it went.
Lita getting tickled by her fans, many of who got back in line over and over and over again until they ran out of tickets.
She was lost in a flurry of fingers, feathers, tongues (human and nonhuman), toothbrushes, hair brushes, Q-tips, combs, keys, backscratchers, pens, pieces of straw from brooms and many other items that tickled the redhead to near insanity.
Lita would wriggle and shake.
Flail in hopes to get the tickling to stop.
But her fans were ruthless.
About a half hour after it started again, she just threw her head back and laughed heartily as fan after fan came in droves to tickle.
She'd even been laughing to hard to realize that she had been tickled into relieving herself in front of everyone.
This of course happened thanks to the women who made her pass out before.
Those women were cruel, but it was all in good fun. Everytime they went up, they would continue to use their dogs and some how strip away another piece of Lita's clothing until she sat there in her green bra and thong.
Cameras flashed and video cameras rolled as they caught each and every ticklish aspect of Lita's experience.
*Flashback 5th time the women went to tickle Lita*
They came back and resumed their spots, of course having already coated her feet with the gravy.
Lita sat there giggling in her bra and short shorts.
The women near her head proceeded to rip the shorts off and leaving her in a thong much to the delight of the people in the audience.
Especially Matt Hardy.
"READY!...............BEGIN!!!"
Each woman was in the same position that she had been before.
The ones at her thighs used feathers to ticle her inner thighs and their hands to tickle her knees.
Shaving brushes and fingers were used by the other woman at her tummy and ribs.
The two at the top used one of their hands to tickle her armpits while they used the very tips of feathers to tickle her creamy buns.
Lita jumped and laughed.
She had no idea that her ass was ticklish.
But it was.
And the women made sure to exploit it as much as possible.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED-D-DON'T TICKLE MY-----
BUTT-----HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA"
They once again tickled and tickled without a time limit.
No one objected since the women were obviously experts at what they did.
The dogs, unaffected by Lita's deafening screams, continued to lick the tasty treat from her soles and toes.
Instead of trying to make her pass out, the women would tickle her to the edge only to slow down or stop and then start up again.
Lita kept up a steady stream of laughter even when the women stopped thanks to the dogs.
The women dug in with glee totally not bothered by Lita's gurgles and gasps.
They finally began to stop when Lita had been stuck in the ever popular 'silent laugh' mode for at least an hour and the crowd began to chant 'Mercy Mercy'.
Lita slumped down completely exhausted. Her body and hair were covered in sweat and tears.
She giggled and cackled.
"THAT WAS INCREDIBLE LADIES..........." Tony said as they walked off the stage for the last time.
*Present*
"LET'S GIVE LITA A BIG HAND!!!"
The applause thundered from wall to wall for the redhead.
Lita lifted her head, gave a weak smile and dropped it again.
"I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE. THANKS TO LITA AND ALL YOU GREAT FANS, WE HAVE MANAGED TO RAISE OVER $250,000."
The audience cheered their approval.
"BUT WAIT. WE AREN'T DONE YET! THERE ARE THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T GOTTEN A CHANCE TO TICKLE LITA YET............."
Lita's head snapped up and her eyes went wide.
"MATT, JEFF AND TRISH! WILL YOU PLEASE COME UP HERE?!"
The trio made their way through the crowd and up onto the stage.
"Hey there..............how would you guys like to have a chance to tickle your friend?"
The three began to decline the offer, but reluctantly gave in when the crowd started chanting again.
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
Trish stood by Lita's foot.
Jeff at her middle.
And Matt stood behind her.
"No............you guys.......please don't...................."
"Now, now Lita, you have to be a good sport about this teased Trish..........."
"Yeah.........." agreed Jeff.
Matt bent down and whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry, after this is all over, Jeff and I will help you get Trish........."
"Well, what about Jeff?"
"I'm sure that after he tickles her silly, she'll want to get him back so............"
"Okay........."
"READY!...............BEGIN!!"
Trish gragged her manicured nails along Lita's foot. She would switch sides and tickle each foot in a number of ways.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE"
Jeff tickled her sides with his hands and blew raspberries onto her stomach.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Matt tickled her armpits and ribs fiercely.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHHOAHOAHOAHAOHAOHAOHA"
The three WWE wrestlers continued for about 10 more minutes before stopping.
The crowd cheered.
Tony addresses them once and the curtain was lowered for the last time.
The stagehand released Lita from her bondage.
She went to stand up but her legs collapsed. Luckily Matt had caught her.
"You okay babe?" he asked.
"Yeah.............just-----can we go please-----------before they decide to riot and take me prisoner and tickle me again..........."
"Sure, let's go........." he said as he scooped her up into his arms.
They all headed out of a back entrance and piled into the waiting limo.
As soon as the car pulled off, Lita fell asleep from her ticklish ordeal.
She was no doubt dreaming of her experience and the plotting a way to get Trish back for that awful foot tickling.
End.
Charity Fundraiser
"You want me to what?"
"I want you to participate in a charity fundraiser this Saturday....."
Lita sat with Vince Mcmahon in his office.
"Okay sure. What do I have to do?"
"Pose for pictures and sign autographs......."
"Is that all?"
"No, you also have to take pictures with fans while locked up in stocks....."
"What?!"
"It's just for the theme..........it'll almost be like a midieval fair....or something like that...you'll be on stage at 'The World' and people will buy tickets to take pictures with you..........."
Lita still seemed a bit uneasy.
"Relax Lita. You'll be in good hands.........there will bodyguards all over the place......"
"Well, okay........"
"Great....." he said as he shook her hand.
"The driver will arrive at your hotel and pick you up............and the Hardyz too."
"Okay....bye Mr. Mcmahon...."
"Bye Lita......"
*Saturday*
Lita and the Hardyz arrived at the fund raiser a few hours ago and had been signing autograph's and taking pics with fans ever since.
Lita's friend and fellow Diva Trish Stratus was there as well. So Lita chatted with her for a bit. She had already seen Trish in her set of stocks. One's that held her head in the middle and her hands on either side of her.
She smiled brightly when the fans came over to her and took their pictures.
After seeing Trish go through it, she felt better about her stocks. She was ready to do it.
"Excuse me?...Lita?"
She turned around and saw a stagehand.
"Yes?"
"It's almost time for you to go on......"
"Okay......"
"Please follow me........"
"I'll see you guys later........"
"Bye...." said the Hardyz.
The stagehand led her backstage to to the stocks and Lita saw that they were very different than Trish's.
There was a bench with a long pole in back of it. It had these straps hanging at the top. The stocks were completely seperate with one hole in each. These stocks were bolted to the floor.
"Let me help you into this........"
Lita sat down and watched as the stagehand reached over and placed a strap across her hips. He then walked behind her.
"Raise your arms please.........."
She did and he strapped her in. Once he finished, she pulled and found that she couldn't free her hands.
"Strong straps.........." she muttered.
Lita looked down at her tank top and realized tha it had risen to just below her breasts revealing a wide expanse of her tight tummy. She was beginning to wish she had worn a longer t-shirt.
The stagehand grabbed her right leg and placed it into the adjacent stock and then did the same with her left.
He then placed pad locks on them.
"Are the locks necessary?........."
"For authenticity ma'am........."
Lita thought about it for a moment and remembered that Trish's stocks had been locked as well.
"Okay......"
Lita could only imagine how she looked.
Arms tied tightly over her head, pulling her upper body taut. Her legs wide open and stretched out as well.
She must have been a sight.
"The announcer just arrived and then we'll be starting soon...."
Lita sat for a few moments until she was approached by a tall darkhaired man.
"Hi, my name is Tony. I'm the announcer for this event........" he said as he looked down at the redhead.
"Hi Tony, I would shake your hand, but I'm a little tied up at the moment......." she giggled.
He laughed as well.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be........" she replied.
"You're going on in 5....4...3...2.....1................" said the stagehand.
The announcer walked past the curtain and addressed the audience.
"HEEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOOOO OUT THERE! ARE YOU READY FOR LITA!!!!!!!!!!"
"YES!" replied the audience.
"ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLRIGHT THEN. LET'S RAISE. THAT. CURTAIN!!!!!!!!"
The curtain raised and the facility thundered with applause and cheers when the audience saw their favorite redhead locked up in bondage just like they were promised she'd be.
"HERE SHE IS FOLKS! READY FOR YOU, YOUR PICTURES.......AND YOUR WHAT!!!!?????"
"TICKLING!!" theyshouted back.
Lita looked extremely confused.
'Tickling?!........what the hell are they talking about.' she thought.
"Well, I'm sure that all or most of you have your 'Tickle tickets', each costing a whopping $50.00. Those tickets are red.......You were allowed to buy five tickets....so if you did that means you've got 75 minutes.......that's over an hour of TICKLING!, but remember.......you can only use them one at a time.......we have to make sure that everyone gets a turn......"
The crowd cheered once more with many waving said tickets in the air.
"With your tickle ticket you could have 15 minutes to tickle Lita in just about anyway you wish.............You are allowed to tickle her neck, armpits, ribs, tummy, thighs, knees, calves aaaaaaaannnnnddddddddddd................her FEET!!!!.."
"WHAT?!" Lita shouted.
The only person able to hear her was the announcer. The crowd was too excited to notice.
He turned around and looked at her.
"What's the matter?"
"What do you mean tickled?"
"Just what it sounds like, what's wrong?"
"I didn't agree to this.........."
"Yes, you did. Vince Mcmahon said that you agreed to be held in stocks and tickled for charity........"
"I did not......."
"Yes you did. That's what he told everyone...........and besides, you can't back out now....it's for charity and your allready locked up...............please just be a good sport...."
"Fine......." she huffed. "I still don't like this..........."
The announcer smirked and walked towards the front of the stage again.
"THERE WAS ALSO ANOTHER KIND OF TICKET! ONE THAT COSTS $100.00. THOSE TICKETS ARE GOLD!!! THAT SPECIAL TICKET WOULD GET YOU A HALF HOUR WITH LITA TO TICKLE AND TEASE AS YOU PLEASE!!"
"Oh nooooooooo" Lita moaned.
"LITA'S READY AND RARIN' TO GO, BUT THERE'S A PROBLEM.................SHE STILL HAS HER SHOES ON!!!"
The crowd booed and began chanting.
"TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!"
Tony did as they asked.
"WHAT ABOUT HER SOCKS?!"
"TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!"
Tony made a show of peeling Lita's socks off. He did it slowly. Revealing inch after inch of her soft soles.
Her soft peds were met with more than a few whistles.
Lita blushed. She had always thought her feet were ugly. That's why she wore sneakers more than anything else.
"OKAY EVERYONE! I NEED YOU ALL TO GET IN LINE!......"
The crowd hurridly formed a line and anxiously awaited to get there hands on the redhead.
"Now, I'm gonna let you up five at a time.........so you can all give her a really good tickling.........don't forget, you only have 15 minutes, so make it good........"
The first group of people to come up consisted of a 2 girls and 3 guys.
They all said hi to the diva and took their positions around her vulnerable body.
One girl stood by one of her feet and a guy stood by the other.
One of the other guys took a place near her stomach while the other tow people each took an armpit.
"ON YOUR MARK.................GET SET.....................TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKLE!!!!!!"
The fans got to work on Lita's body.
The girl at her foot used both hands to tickle the sole. She had sharp manicured nails which made her tickling that much more effective.
The man at her other foot grabbed her big toe and pulled it back, stretching out the sole.
He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He held a key between his thumb and forefinger and began to run it up and down Lita's foot.
The guy at her stomach dug into the soft flesh for all he was worth. Having the ebautiful redhead like this made him feel as though he had died and gone to heaven.
The girl at her armpit lightly scratched up and down while the man dug in with one hand and used the other to tease Lita's neck.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHWHWHWHWHWHWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOHAHAHAHAHAPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHE"
The ticklers actions were feuled by the redhead's laughter and the constant cheering of the audience.
Lita screamed, bounced and laughed much to the delight of the ticklers and the audience.
The redhead was unable to defend herself against the different methods of tickling and just laughed continually for what seemed like hours.
"OKAY! TIMES UP!!"
The ticklers reluctantly stopped and moved down the stage ready to get back on line and use their other tickets.
Lita slumped in her bondage and caught her breath.
"NEXT!!!!!!!"
Five more people came up.
All guys.
They looked the redhead over hungrily.
One of them had a bag in his hand. He opened it and pulled out a few feathers and handed them to the other guys who Lita had figured were his friends.
"OOOOOOOOH. LOOKS LIKE THEY BROUGHT THEIR OWN INSTRUMENTS!!! DID THE REST OF YOU REMEMBER TO BRING YOURS!??!!?!"
Many people on the line answered with a resounding 'YES'.
The guys took the same places as the tickler before them, each brandishing their feathers ready to tickle the redhead.
"READY....................BEGIN!"
Lita laughed, shrieked and giggled as the guys went to work on her.
The guys at her armpits were using their fingers to tickle and used their feathers on her face, ears, and neck. She giggled and shook her head, but she was met with a feather to her cheek or nostril no matter where she turned.
The one at her stomach alternated between swirling the feather around from big circles to little ones until he eventually dipped it into her belly button and twirled it between his fingers. He used his other hand to tickle her well defined ribs.
The guy at her left foot stroked the feather up and down her soles and at the base of her toes while the other guy used the quill end to write across her foot.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHOEHOAHOEHAEOHAOHEAOHEOAHEOAHEHAOHEOAHEAOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHE"
The guys even included some verbal taunting. Saying things like 'Kootchie Koo Lita. Does that tickle? and Laugh if you want us to continue.
"TIIIIIIIMMMMMMMEEEEESSSSSSSS UP!"
The guys groaned and Lita sighed and gasped.
"We sure got her good!" said the guys as they slapped five and got back on line.
"Let's give Lita a little rest okay........."
The audience booed.
"Aaaw come on. You don't want her to pass out do you?"
A chorus of 'No's" rang out.
"Okay then....let's give her a hand for being such a good sport...."
The audience cheered and clapped.
*15 minutes later*
"OKAY.....WHO'S NEXT!?"
Five women walked up on stage. Two of them holding a bags and dogs on leashes.
"Oooooooooooh Dogs............this looks interesting............and look. They've got golden tickets............looks like a half hour of tickling for you Lita..........."
Lita looked fearfully at the women who had feral, almost predatory looks in their eyes.
The women went through their bags and brought out their props. Two took their places by Lita's head with shaving brushes and feathers in hand, the one at her stomach was had the same.
The two with the dogs didn't have the same thing.
Instead, they tied their dogs to the ends of the stocks and went through their bags again.
They pulled out little tupperware containers that had a brown substance in them.
"Ooooooooooooh, what's that ladies?"
"It's gravy..." One of them said.
The women pulled out tiny brushes and coated both of Lita's soles with the thick sauce.
The audience was captivated by the sight. They knew what was going to happen next. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
"BEGIN!!"
Once the women were done applying the gravy they stepped back and watched as their dogs began sniffing at Lita's wiggling feet.
The ladies walked behind the stocks and prepared to tickle Lita's legs as their dogs began to lick the redhea's feet.
"We're gonna tickle you until you pass out........." one of them whispered.
But Lita didn't hear her.
Her mind was completely consumed by the raspy tongues that were now torturing the hell out of her feet.
The dogs licked and licked the flailing feet. They then stood on their hind les and held her feet with their paws to stop her from moving. They continued to lick and lick.
"AAAAAAAAAPLEASEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOMOREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHEEEEESTOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
The women then went to work on Lita as well.
Shaving brushes and feathers were twirled and spun on every exposed piece of ticklish flesh that the women were able to get their hands on.
The women at her legs squeezed and tickled through the fabric of her pants.
Suddenly, ripping sounds filled the air.
The women began to rip holes into Lita's pants and had succeeded in ripping them off leaving her in a pair of homemade short shorts.
They then used their nails to tickle the actual bare skin of Lita's thighs. knees and claves.
Lita was completely consumed with laughter.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHEHAWWWWWWWWWWWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHOHOAHWHOAHOWHAOWHAOHWAOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHHEHE"
"15 MINUTES LADIES!!"
The women at her legs stopped tickling and recoated Lita's feet and the dogs resumed their tickling.
The women returned to their spots at Lita's legs and resumed their torturous tickling.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA"
Some time had passed.
"TIMES UP!"
But the women didn't stop.
The announcer was about to say it again when he turned and looked at the audience. They were enthralled with the display. Many were even buying more tickets to get the chance to tickle Lita.
So he didn't say anything.
Even Matt, Jeff, and Trish were cheering the ticklers on.
The women tickled and tickled, sometimes even trading places to have a crack at a new spot. They always made sure to reappy the gravy when they felt that their dogs were running a bit low..................and even if they weren't.
Lita screamed and cackled as her body was pushed to the limits.
Her breath became shorter and her movements fewer until she mercifully passed out.
The women stopped, but the dogs kept going.
Lita even managed to giggle in her unconscious state.
The ticklers recieved a standing ovation. They grabbed their instruments and their dogs and walked off stage, only to, like the others get back on line.
"WOW! LOOKS LIKE IT WAS ALL A BIT TOO MUCH FOR OUR GIRL HERE! WE'RE GONNA TAKE A SHORT INTERMISSION, BUT DON'T WORRY! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK FOR MORE TICKLING!!!" said the announcer as the curtain came down.
He walked through it to find a few people, paramedics he assumed checking on the redhead. One of them waved smelling salts under her nose and she woke with a start. They checked her pulse and heart rate and deemed her well enough to continue. They also gave her some water for her dry throat. She finished the while bottle, while someone held it for her, in one gulp.
"Let me out of this chair!" she screamed.
"Sorry, can't do it...........you agreed and it's for charity and besides, look at how happy you made your fans...........you're always willing to please the fans right?"
Lita grumbled.
She couldn't argue with that, but she's never had to be tickled to death to please her fans before.
*15 minutes later*
"It's showtime..........." Tony said as he strutted back on stage.
He made his announcements and the curtain raised once more to reveal a slightly dissheveled, but still refreshed Lita.
"LITA LITA LITA!" the audience chanted.
In spite of the situation, Lita actually smiled.
That is until she heard Tony scream:
"NEXT!!"
*Hours later*
And so it went.
Lita getting tickled by her fans, many of who got back in line over and over and over again until they ran out of tickets.
She was lost in a flurry of fingers, feathers, tongues (human and nonhuman), toothbrushes, hair brushes, Q-tips, combs, keys, backscratchers, pens, pieces of straw from brooms and many other items that tickled the redhead to near insanity.
Lita would wriggle and shake.
Flail in hopes to get the tickling to stop.
But her fans were ruthless.
About a half hour after it started again, she just threw her head back and laughed heartily as fan after fan came in droves to tickle.
She'd even been laughing to hard to realize that she had been tickled into relieving herself in front of everyone.
This of course happened thanks to the women who made her pass out before.
Those women were cruel, but it was all in good fun. Everytime they went up, they would continue to use their dogs and some how strip away another piece of Lita's clothing until she sat there in her green bra and thong.
Cameras flashed and video cameras rolled as they caught each and every ticklish aspect of Lita's experience.
*Flashback 5th time the women went to tickle Lita*
They came back and resumed their spots, of course having already coated her feet with the gravy.
Lita sat there giggling in her bra and short shorts.
The women near her head proceeded to rip the shorts off and leaving her in a thong much to the delight of the people in the audience.
Especially Matt Hardy.
"READY!...............BEGIN!!!"
Each woman was in the same position that she had been before.
The ones at her thighs used feathers to ticle her inner thighs and their hands to tickle her knees.
Shaving brushes and fingers were used by the other woman at her tummy and ribs.
The two at the top used one of their hands to tickle her armpits while they used the very tips of feathers to tickle her creamy buns.
Lita jumped and laughed.
She had no idea that her ass was ticklish.
But it was.
And the women made sure to exploit it as much as possible.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED-D-DON'T TICKLE MY-----
BUTT-----HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA"
They once again tickled and tickled without a time limit.
No one objected since the women were obviously experts at what they did.
The dogs, unaffected by Lita's deafening screams, continued to lick the tasty treat from her soles and toes.
Instead of trying to make her pass out, the women would tickle her to the edge only to slow down or stop and then start up again.
Lita kept up a steady stream of laughter even when the women stopped thanks to the dogs.
The women dug in with glee totally not bothered by Lita's gurgles and gasps.
They finally began to stop when Lita had been stuck in the ever popular 'silent laugh' mode for at least an hour and the crowd began to chant 'Mercy Mercy'.
Lita slumped down completely exhausted. Her body and hair were covered in sweat and tears.
She giggled and cackled.
"THAT WAS INCREDIBLE LADIES..........." Tony said as they walked off the stage for the last time.
*Present*
"LET'S GIVE LITA A BIG HAND!!!"
The applause thundered from wall to wall for the redhead.
Lita lifted her head, gave a weak smile and dropped it again.
"I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE. THANKS TO LITA AND ALL YOU GREAT FANS, WE HAVE MANAGED TO RAISE OVER $250,000."
The audience cheered their approval.
"BUT WAIT. WE AREN'T DONE YET! THERE ARE THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T GOTTEN A CHANCE TO TICKLE LITA YET............."
Lita's head snapped up and her eyes went wide.
"MATT, JEFF AND TRISH! WILL YOU PLEASE COME UP HERE?!"
The trio made their way through the crowd and up onto the stage.
"Hey there..............how would you guys like to have a chance to tickle your friend?"
The three began to decline the offer, but reluctantly gave in when the crowd started chanting again.
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
Trish stood by Lita's foot.
Jeff at her middle.
And Matt stood behind her.
"No............you guys.......please don't...................."
"Now, now Lita, you have to be a good sport about this teased Trish..........."
"Yeah.........." agreed Jeff.
Matt bent down and whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry, after this is all over, Jeff and I will help you get Trish........."
"Well, what about Jeff?"
"I'm sure that after he tickles her silly, she'll want to get him back so............"
"Okay........."
"READY!...............BEGIN!!"
Trish gragged her manicured nails along Lita's foot. She would switch sides and tickle each foot in a number of ways.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE"
Jeff tickled her sides with his hands and blew raspberries onto her stomach.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Matt tickled her armpits and ribs fiercely.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHHOAHOAHOAHAOHAOHAOHA"
The three WWE wrestlers continued for about 10 more minutes before stopping.
The crowd cheered.
Tony addresses them once and the curtain was lowered for the last time.
The stagehand released Lita from her bondage.
She went to stand up but her legs collapsed. Luckily Matt had caught her.
"You okay babe?" he asked.
"Yeah.............just-----can we go please-----------before they decide to riot and take me prisoner and tickle me again..........."
"Sure, let's go........." he said as he scooped her up into his arms.
They all headed out of a back entrance and piled into the waiting limo.
As soon as the car pulled off, Lita fell asleep from her ticklish ordeal.
She was no doubt dreaming of her experience and the plotting a way to get Trish back for that awful foot tickling.
End.
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