jersey_tickler
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Groggily I opened my eyes, feeling just a slight achy all over. Then noticed my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was sitting in a wooden chair. Jamie was seated on a couch not too far away, and she was still out. But from the looks of her, she seemed to be okay, which relieved me. What the fuck happened, where the fuck was I? I mean, it’s not like I’m a government spy or anything to that degree, I’m just a screenwriter. This had to be a mix up, maybe I fit the description of the guy they were looking for, it was the only explanation that made sense. I didn’t owe anyone money, I never did anything illegal, and I never rolled in the circles that led to merit kidnapping.
Then I heard the faint of footsteps coming from a hallway. And then in walked two large and tall women, both were wearing all black from their shoulders to their feet. Now that they were here, I could talk some sense into them.
Lucy: Well, young man, nice to see you’re awake. My name is Lucy and this is Darlene.
Darlene: Hello, little boy, the pleasure is mine.
Little boy, I suppose I was one to them. They looked to be in their early forties or so.
Zachary: Excuse me ladies, but there seems to be some mistake. I am an honest guy, and I don’t cause any trouble. I’m just a writer, and I don’t make habits of causing problems for people.
Lucy: Yes, we know you’re a writer, Zachary Taylor. And we also are familiar with your writing as well. For instance, a certain story called The Kings Of Queen’s Boulevard.
Zachary: Of course, I wrote that when I spent three months time in New York. But what’s that got to do with anything. And how did you know that?
Darlene: Because one of our clients found out that the book he was going to publish had already been sold to the publishing company. Our client claims that their story was stolen from them, and hired us to get you to confess.
Zachary: That’s crap, I never stole that story, I lived that story. Maybe it’s just mere coincidence that two writers wrote similar stories and only one of them beat the other to the finish line.
Lucy walked over to Zach and bent down to ruffle his hair.
Lucy: Listen, sugar, we don’t care about he said, she said, who said, what, when and where. All me and Darlene care about, are getting paid for what we’ve been hired to do.
Darlene: Which is to get your confession. And we have cameras set up, so that our client will have proof.
Lucy: That and we like to watch videos of our prisoners being broken.
Zachary: Broken, what do you mean broken, are saying that you’re going to break my legs or something.
Lucy: Oh heavens no, we are not loan sharks. However we do have a quiet reputation about what we do for a living. There are those who know of our reputation, and what we are hired to do.
Zachary: Which is what, exactly?
Lucy: Well, what do you think two women do, when they are nicknamed The Tickling Duo.
I swallowed hard, they couldn’t be serious.
Zachary: Are you trying to tell me that you tickle people for a livng, that’s a bunch of crap. No one can have that job for a living.
Darlene: Ahhh, but that’s because it’s our secret source of income. We co own an adult bookstore in Malibu, so we have our fronts like every other moonlighting entrepreneur does.
Lucy: Besides, we have lots of clients and customers who are repeats. Hell, there are people who hire us to capture and tickle them, we even do bachelor parties on occasion.
I couldn’t believe it, they were actually planning on tickling me. And not to mention that I was insanely ticklish all over my body.
Zachary: Look, whatever this person is paying you, I will gladly double your rate.
Lucy: You’re too cute, Zachary, you know that. We don’t just do this for money, we do this because we love our jobs.
Darlene: To get paid to do what you love, that’s the American Dream.
Jamie started to come to, and she slowly sat up. Then she noticed that her ankles and hands were tied together.
Jamie: What the hell is going on here, who are you people?
Lucy: Awww, look who’s awake Dar, just in time to see her boyfriend get tortured.
Jamie: Tortured, what are you talking about, why would you torture him.
Zachary: She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my neighbor, and she has nothing to do with this. So please, let her go, I don’t want her here.
Lucy smirked, she had a feeling why.
Lucy: Oh, are you afraid that your lady friend will think you’re a wussy boy after being tickle tortured by two big strong girls.
Jamie: Leave him alone, you fat cows!
Darlene walked over to Jamie, and crouched down. Then she pulled Jamie’s hair, making her wince in pain.
Darlene: I’d watch that mouth, Barbie doll, or else I just might have to cut this cute hair off, understand?
Jamie scowled and nodded, so Darlene let go and walked over to where Lucy stood, right by Zach. Then Lucy pulled out a remote controlled device and stood back, Darlene followed suit.
Lucy: Congradulations Zachary, you’re going to be our guinea pig and help us test out this new device, one of our scientist friends invented for our business.
Lucy pushed a button on the device. Then a huge tall glass looking tube lowered from the ceiling and covered Zach and the chair. Zach began to panic a little bit now.
Zachary: What does it do?
Lucy: All I can tell you is that it won’t hurt you, but that’s it. The rest is a surprise, he he he!
Then she pressed another button and a cool mist began to spray all over Zach. It was wet, but it didn’t soak him like a shower would. It was just a light mist, slightly dampening him and his suit. Then the glass lifted up and The ladies walked over to him.
Lucy: How did that feel?
Zachary: That felt quite refreshing, pretty good actually.
Darlene: Glad you liked it, now could you please stand up.
Zach did so and then the chair rolled back automatically into a trap door. Darlene took his cuffs off, and then the two folded their arms and waited.
Zachary: So, now what, why did you let me go.
Lucy: We let you go, temporarily.
Zachary: What was the point of that, what kind of torturers are you.
Darlene: Only ten seconds to go, then it’ll be time.
Zachary: Time for what?
Darlene: Five seconds now.
Zachary: What’s going on here.
Darlene: Three, two
Zachary: Please, what’s going on.
Darlene: One, ZERO! NOW, OFF WITH HIS CLOTHES!
Lucy grabbed Zach’s tie and pulled it tight. The tight ripped off the collar of a surprised Zach. Then he felt both women grab his arms and then pull his sleeves like a game of tug a war. His suit coat ripped in two from his shoulders and fell to the ground.
Lucy: That stuff we had sprayed all over you in the tube. Well that would be a non toxic chemical that has a disintegrating effect on the molecular bonding of the fabrics in your clothes.
Darlene: Making it easier for us to strip you down!
Lucy and Darlene went for his shirt and soon it tore easily from his chest and back. A bare chested Zach realized that there was only one article left, his pants. He looked at his clothing strippers pleadingly.
Zachary: No, please, please don’t!
Lucy: Awww, what’s the matter, you don’t want us to see you in your skivvies?
Darlene: Actually, I think he doesn’t want her to see him in his undergarments.
The two women looked over at Jamie who stared back at them, completely amazed at seeing them rip Zach’s shirt off like it were tissue paper. Lucy and Darlene grabbed each side of Zach’s dress pants and then ripped them off to join the pile of shredded clothing. Now all Zach had left, were his white cotton shorts, his navy socks, and dress shoes. He flushed red with embarrassment at being half naked in front of his crush, who felt herself smile slightly and raise her eyebrows twice at him.
Lucy: Ha, ha, ha, tighty whiteys, he wears tighty whiteys, how adorable.
Darlene: Tell me handsome, how does it feel to be in your little boy undies in front of your dream girl, he he he!
Jamie just stared in awe at how ridiculous he looked in his underwear and still wearing his shoes and socks, now he looked like a porn star.
Jamie: Is this your plan, to rip his clothes off, and to have me see him in his undies. Well it worked, he’s embarrassed, now let me go.
Lucy: Oh contraire Barbie, ripping off his clothes was half the battle, the other half is us tickling him. Come here, boy.
And then the big woman lifted Zach off his feet, crushing him a big bear hug.
Lucy: So sorry, we had to ruin your clothes, but I like you better in your little underwears. Lower, the restraints, Dar.
Darlene took the remote from Lucy and pressed a button that lowered wrist restraints from the ceiling. After Lucy finished hugging Zach against her body, she set him down and joined her partner in restraining the young man’s arms above his head. To prevent Zach from kicking, the two women tied his ankles together with a scarf. Then Lucy went behind Zach and started to tickle his sides, causing the young man to splutter laughter from his mouth.
Zachary: Eheeheeheheheeehe oh no!!!!!
Lucy: Oh yes, tickle, tickle, tickle!
Lucy tickled harder and then Darlene joined the attack with glee. She tickled Zach’s armpits with her long red nails. Zach roared with laughter now, as being tickled by four hands was too much for him to bear. Jamie looked on with a worried look on her face, as her young friend was being tortured by the worst torture aside from pain.
Still, she did think Zach had a cute laugh, but that was beside the point.
Darlene: Cutchie, cutchie, cutchie coo, Zachary!
Zachary: HAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOOOO!
Darlene: Oh yes, yes, yes, we’re going to keep tickling you until you wet your little boy undies.
Lucy: I don’t think so, unless you want to buy him some adult diapers, there will be no tickle and pee, Dar!
Darlene: Oh I know, I was just fucking around with him.
That made Zach feel a bit relieved. He would die of embarrassment if Jamie saw him wet his underpants. But the nails on his sides were really driving him crazy. Darlene had stopped tickling his armpits so she could tickle his neck and ears.
Darlene: Awww, what cute little ears, cutchie, cutchie!
Lucy: I think I’ll tickle his belly now.
Lucy attacked Zach’s stomach with both her hands pretending they were lobster claws. The big woman got every inch of Zach’s nice taut stomach, and even made lobster claws with her hands to really dig into his ticklish flesh. All Zach could do was stamp his feet on the floor in frustration.
Zachary: PLEEEEHEEEEEEAAAASE NO MORE, EHEHEHHEHEHEEE
Lucy: No more, no more. Are you crazy, boy, we haven’t even done our worst yet.
Now Darlene was tickling Zach’s armpits and making circles around the young man’s hollows. Zach had hairless armpits as well, so that he wouldn’t sweat as much. But now his armpits were more ticklish without any hair for protection. So much for sweating less.
Darlene: Tickle, tickle, tickle. Mmmm, I can still smell your deodorant, very nice.
Her nails lightly tickled Zach’s armpits now, just making small enough scratches to send goosebumps down his spine.
Darlene: Tickling is the pits, isn’t it, young man? Oh yes it is, tickle, tickle!
Darlene tickled faster now, and Zach’s laughter scale went up a notch. Lucy was still messing around with his chest, running her nails against his middle.
Lucy: Oooooh, what a cute bellybutton you have, Zachary. I bet it’s a tickle button though.
Her index finger dipped into the young man’s bellybutton and Zach went berserk.
Zachary: WAAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAH NOT THAT, OOOOH PLEEHEEHEEEEAAAASE NOT THAAHAHAHAAHAAAT
Lucy: Yes, THAT! Oh I love this ticklish little bellybutton, gitsey, gitsey!
Darlene: Hey Luce, come here, let’s each tickle one of his armpits with both our hands.
Lucy: Oh, what a wicked brilliant idea, I love it!
Both women got on each side of Zach, and used all ten of their nails to tickle his armpits. Zach laughed like crazy, never in his life did he ever get his pits tickled like this before. His face turned red, and his chest began to heave.
After a few minutes, they stopped to give him a break. Zach’s head slumped forward, and he inhaled air like it was food. Jamie, who had watched whole thing was relieved they had stopped tickling poor Zach. Lucy and Darlene fixed their gaze upon the tied up blonde and pondered what to do with her.
Darlene: Well, Miss Barbie doll, did you enjoy the show?
Jamie: How could you torture him like that, he’s just a kid.
Lucy: Hey, it’s all part of the job, missy. We get a client who pays us, and we do what they want, it’s all business.
Darlene: Ya know, since we’re giving him a break, what about her. I wonder if she’s ticklish. Well, only one way to find out.
Next up, it’s Jamie’s turn!
Then I heard the faint of footsteps coming from a hallway. And then in walked two large and tall women, both were wearing all black from their shoulders to their feet. Now that they were here, I could talk some sense into them.
Lucy: Well, young man, nice to see you’re awake. My name is Lucy and this is Darlene.
Darlene: Hello, little boy, the pleasure is mine.
Little boy, I suppose I was one to them. They looked to be in their early forties or so.
Zachary: Excuse me ladies, but there seems to be some mistake. I am an honest guy, and I don’t cause any trouble. I’m just a writer, and I don’t make habits of causing problems for people.
Lucy: Yes, we know you’re a writer, Zachary Taylor. And we also are familiar with your writing as well. For instance, a certain story called The Kings Of Queen’s Boulevard.
Zachary: Of course, I wrote that when I spent three months time in New York. But what’s that got to do with anything. And how did you know that?
Darlene: Because one of our clients found out that the book he was going to publish had already been sold to the publishing company. Our client claims that their story was stolen from them, and hired us to get you to confess.
Zachary: That’s crap, I never stole that story, I lived that story. Maybe it’s just mere coincidence that two writers wrote similar stories and only one of them beat the other to the finish line.
Lucy walked over to Zach and bent down to ruffle his hair.
Lucy: Listen, sugar, we don’t care about he said, she said, who said, what, when and where. All me and Darlene care about, are getting paid for what we’ve been hired to do.
Darlene: Which is to get your confession. And we have cameras set up, so that our client will have proof.
Lucy: That and we like to watch videos of our prisoners being broken.
Zachary: Broken, what do you mean broken, are saying that you’re going to break my legs or something.
Lucy: Oh heavens no, we are not loan sharks. However we do have a quiet reputation about what we do for a living. There are those who know of our reputation, and what we are hired to do.
Zachary: Which is what, exactly?
Lucy: Well, what do you think two women do, when they are nicknamed The Tickling Duo.
I swallowed hard, they couldn’t be serious.
Zachary: Are you trying to tell me that you tickle people for a livng, that’s a bunch of crap. No one can have that job for a living.
Darlene: Ahhh, but that’s because it’s our secret source of income. We co own an adult bookstore in Malibu, so we have our fronts like every other moonlighting entrepreneur does.
Lucy: Besides, we have lots of clients and customers who are repeats. Hell, there are people who hire us to capture and tickle them, we even do bachelor parties on occasion.
I couldn’t believe it, they were actually planning on tickling me. And not to mention that I was insanely ticklish all over my body.
Zachary: Look, whatever this person is paying you, I will gladly double your rate.
Lucy: You’re too cute, Zachary, you know that. We don’t just do this for money, we do this because we love our jobs.
Darlene: To get paid to do what you love, that’s the American Dream.
Jamie started to come to, and she slowly sat up. Then she noticed that her ankles and hands were tied together.
Jamie: What the hell is going on here, who are you people?
Lucy: Awww, look who’s awake Dar, just in time to see her boyfriend get tortured.
Jamie: Tortured, what are you talking about, why would you torture him.
Zachary: She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my neighbor, and she has nothing to do with this. So please, let her go, I don’t want her here.
Lucy smirked, she had a feeling why.
Lucy: Oh, are you afraid that your lady friend will think you’re a wussy boy after being tickle tortured by two big strong girls.
Jamie: Leave him alone, you fat cows!
Darlene walked over to Jamie, and crouched down. Then she pulled Jamie’s hair, making her wince in pain.
Darlene: I’d watch that mouth, Barbie doll, or else I just might have to cut this cute hair off, understand?
Jamie scowled and nodded, so Darlene let go and walked over to where Lucy stood, right by Zach. Then Lucy pulled out a remote controlled device and stood back, Darlene followed suit.
Lucy: Congradulations Zachary, you’re going to be our guinea pig and help us test out this new device, one of our scientist friends invented for our business.
Lucy pushed a button on the device. Then a huge tall glass looking tube lowered from the ceiling and covered Zach and the chair. Zach began to panic a little bit now.
Zachary: What does it do?
Lucy: All I can tell you is that it won’t hurt you, but that’s it. The rest is a surprise, he he he!
Then she pressed another button and a cool mist began to spray all over Zach. It was wet, but it didn’t soak him like a shower would. It was just a light mist, slightly dampening him and his suit. Then the glass lifted up and The ladies walked over to him.
Lucy: How did that feel?
Zachary: That felt quite refreshing, pretty good actually.
Darlene: Glad you liked it, now could you please stand up.
Zach did so and then the chair rolled back automatically into a trap door. Darlene took his cuffs off, and then the two folded their arms and waited.
Zachary: So, now what, why did you let me go.
Lucy: We let you go, temporarily.
Zachary: What was the point of that, what kind of torturers are you.
Darlene: Only ten seconds to go, then it’ll be time.
Zachary: Time for what?
Darlene: Five seconds now.
Zachary: What’s going on here.
Darlene: Three, two
Zachary: Please, what’s going on.
Darlene: One, ZERO! NOW, OFF WITH HIS CLOTHES!
Lucy grabbed Zach’s tie and pulled it tight. The tight ripped off the collar of a surprised Zach. Then he felt both women grab his arms and then pull his sleeves like a game of tug a war. His suit coat ripped in two from his shoulders and fell to the ground.
Lucy: That stuff we had sprayed all over you in the tube. Well that would be a non toxic chemical that has a disintegrating effect on the molecular bonding of the fabrics in your clothes.
Darlene: Making it easier for us to strip you down!
Lucy and Darlene went for his shirt and soon it tore easily from his chest and back. A bare chested Zach realized that there was only one article left, his pants. He looked at his clothing strippers pleadingly.
Zachary: No, please, please don’t!
Lucy: Awww, what’s the matter, you don’t want us to see you in your skivvies?
Darlene: Actually, I think he doesn’t want her to see him in his undergarments.
The two women looked over at Jamie who stared back at them, completely amazed at seeing them rip Zach’s shirt off like it were tissue paper. Lucy and Darlene grabbed each side of Zach’s dress pants and then ripped them off to join the pile of shredded clothing. Now all Zach had left, were his white cotton shorts, his navy socks, and dress shoes. He flushed red with embarrassment at being half naked in front of his crush, who felt herself smile slightly and raise her eyebrows twice at him.
Lucy: Ha, ha, ha, tighty whiteys, he wears tighty whiteys, how adorable.
Darlene: Tell me handsome, how does it feel to be in your little boy undies in front of your dream girl, he he he!
Jamie just stared in awe at how ridiculous he looked in his underwear and still wearing his shoes and socks, now he looked like a porn star.
Jamie: Is this your plan, to rip his clothes off, and to have me see him in his undies. Well it worked, he’s embarrassed, now let me go.
Lucy: Oh contraire Barbie, ripping off his clothes was half the battle, the other half is us tickling him. Come here, boy.
And then the big woman lifted Zach off his feet, crushing him a big bear hug.
Lucy: So sorry, we had to ruin your clothes, but I like you better in your little underwears. Lower, the restraints, Dar.
Darlene took the remote from Lucy and pressed a button that lowered wrist restraints from the ceiling. After Lucy finished hugging Zach against her body, she set him down and joined her partner in restraining the young man’s arms above his head. To prevent Zach from kicking, the two women tied his ankles together with a scarf. Then Lucy went behind Zach and started to tickle his sides, causing the young man to splutter laughter from his mouth.
Zachary: Eheeheeheheheeehe oh no!!!!!
Lucy: Oh yes, tickle, tickle, tickle!
Lucy tickled harder and then Darlene joined the attack with glee. She tickled Zach’s armpits with her long red nails. Zach roared with laughter now, as being tickled by four hands was too much for him to bear. Jamie looked on with a worried look on her face, as her young friend was being tortured by the worst torture aside from pain.
Still, she did think Zach had a cute laugh, but that was beside the point.
Darlene: Cutchie, cutchie, cutchie coo, Zachary!
Zachary: HAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOOOO!
Darlene: Oh yes, yes, yes, we’re going to keep tickling you until you wet your little boy undies.
Lucy: I don’t think so, unless you want to buy him some adult diapers, there will be no tickle and pee, Dar!
Darlene: Oh I know, I was just fucking around with him.
That made Zach feel a bit relieved. He would die of embarrassment if Jamie saw him wet his underpants. But the nails on his sides were really driving him crazy. Darlene had stopped tickling his armpits so she could tickle his neck and ears.
Darlene: Awww, what cute little ears, cutchie, cutchie!
Lucy: I think I’ll tickle his belly now.
Lucy attacked Zach’s stomach with both her hands pretending they were lobster claws. The big woman got every inch of Zach’s nice taut stomach, and even made lobster claws with her hands to really dig into his ticklish flesh. All Zach could do was stamp his feet on the floor in frustration.
Zachary: PLEEEEHEEEEEEAAAASE NO MORE, EHEHEHHEHEHEEE
Lucy: No more, no more. Are you crazy, boy, we haven’t even done our worst yet.
Now Darlene was tickling Zach’s armpits and making circles around the young man’s hollows. Zach had hairless armpits as well, so that he wouldn’t sweat as much. But now his armpits were more ticklish without any hair for protection. So much for sweating less.
Darlene: Tickle, tickle, tickle. Mmmm, I can still smell your deodorant, very nice.
Her nails lightly tickled Zach’s armpits now, just making small enough scratches to send goosebumps down his spine.
Darlene: Tickling is the pits, isn’t it, young man? Oh yes it is, tickle, tickle!
Darlene tickled faster now, and Zach’s laughter scale went up a notch. Lucy was still messing around with his chest, running her nails against his middle.
Lucy: Oooooh, what a cute bellybutton you have, Zachary. I bet it’s a tickle button though.
Her index finger dipped into the young man’s bellybutton and Zach went berserk.
Zachary: WAAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAH NOT THAT, OOOOH PLEEHEEHEEEEAAAASE NOT THAAHAHAHAAHAAAT
Lucy: Yes, THAT! Oh I love this ticklish little bellybutton, gitsey, gitsey!
Darlene: Hey Luce, come here, let’s each tickle one of his armpits with both our hands.
Lucy: Oh, what a wicked brilliant idea, I love it!
Both women got on each side of Zach, and used all ten of their nails to tickle his armpits. Zach laughed like crazy, never in his life did he ever get his pits tickled like this before. His face turned red, and his chest began to heave.
After a few minutes, they stopped to give him a break. Zach’s head slumped forward, and he inhaled air like it was food. Jamie, who had watched whole thing was relieved they had stopped tickling poor Zach. Lucy and Darlene fixed their gaze upon the tied up blonde and pondered what to do with her.
Darlene: Well, Miss Barbie doll, did you enjoy the show?
Jamie: How could you torture him like that, he’s just a kid.
Lucy: Hey, it’s all part of the job, missy. We get a client who pays us, and we do what they want, it’s all business.
Darlene: Ya know, since we’re giving him a break, what about her. I wonder if she’s ticklish. Well, only one way to find out.
Next up, it’s Jamie’s turn!
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