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JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT
REECE WITHERSPOON
Starring in
“The Tickle Fingers MUST DIE!”
(ticklish celebrity fiction)
EARTH 2506 A.D.
There is further conflict in the ongoing cold war between our government and the Martian communists. Earthling Intelligence has now gathered information about the classified production of a chemical weapon made specifically to destroy all tickle fingers in Earth’s arsenal. Ever since our planet’s top military scientists cracked the Martian tickle fingers technology and developed a more lethal version, the red planet’s ability to retain double agents from earth (who proved susceptible to its torture potential) have been weakened.
In an effort to intercept the green-skinned socialists, two expert assassins have been dispatched to Mars. Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon were young, beautiful, and utterly dangerous. These femme fatales were highly-skilled in over a dozen forms of martial arts, were fluent in thirty dialects of the Martian language, and were extensively-trained to resist all forms of torture.
Their mission was to attend a cocktail party for members of the more elite class of the two planets: bankers, shipping tycoons, and distinguished statesmen filled the regal hall with their compulsory, self-congratulatory hot air. Jennifer and Reese counterfeited a pair of phony party invitations and posed as two wealthy heiresses of no particular faction. Equipped with state-of-the-art surveillance technology implanted in their jewelry, the sexy brunette and the stylish blond mingled with the crowd keeping a low profile as they discreetly looked around for one guest in particular.
Dr. Xymlar Zyftak was one of Mars’ top military scientist. He and his colleagues had orders to deliver the chemical weapon called Krybabble, designed to destroy earth’s entire armory of tickle fingers. Dr. Zyftak was seated at one end of the grand hall, having a conversation with another typical stuffed shirt. He held a snifter of chumtok in his hand: a Martian equivalent of brandy, fluorescent, marble in color, absolutely toxic for humans.
Now keep in mind, Jennifer and Reece weren’t sure exactly what Dr. Zyftak looked like - after all, he was a critical asset to Martian Intelligence, and keeping his identity a secret was a top priority. They figured he must’ve been in disguise, so the only thing they had to go on was a sample recording of his voice, retrieved earlier by Earth Intelligence.
Jennifer was decked out in a black, strapless evening gown while Reece chose a beige, sleeveless dress. They both had all the Earthling men in the room salivating.
Reece made eye contact with Jennifer, who was standing at the other end of the room. By touching the backs of their wrists, Jennifer and Reece activated their receiver devices which were implanted just beneath their epidermis. With a mere turn of their heads, the two women could pick up every conversation around the room which they listened to on micro-speakers in their earrings.
*static*
“Have you tried the calamari, yet? It’s delicious.”
*static*
“In this quarter alone, we’ve generated over ten billion credits in net sales.”
*static*
“Senator Freeman, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
*static*
“Well, my golf game could be better, that’s for sure.”
*static*
Then Jennifer froze when she heard something specific that caught her attention.
“We rendezvous at the main lab in sector 13 at 02:00hrs, that’s when we deliver the Krybabble to agents 540 and 210.”
It was the distinct voice of a man speaking urgently yet quietly as to convey his words in confidence. Jennifer frowned and crouched her head, concentrating.
“I don’t want to say anymore about it. This place could be crawling with Earthling spies.”
Jennifer made eye contact with Reece again, giving her a look as if to suggest, Did you get that? Reece gave a subtle nod, and the two secret agents discreetly left the otherwise dull party.
At 01:45hrs, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon were staked-out inside the main lab in sector 13, inside of a crawlspace ventilation system. They were looking down through a vent into the room were Dr. Zyftak and the two agents were to meet in fifteen minutes.
Suddenly, Jennifer heard a faint hiss echo through the crawlspace.
“You hear that,” she asked Reece.
“Hear what?”
Jennifer turned to the direction where the hiss was coming from, Reece followed. And before they could react in time, a thick pink gas was building up. The two women disappeared in the thick, poisonous cloud and began choking.
“ *cough* *cough* some kind of poisonous gas!”
“ *cough* it’s a trap *cough* *gasp*”
“ *gasp* let’s get out of here *cough* *cough*”
But the two women were overwhelmed by the noxious cloud and ultimately fell unconscious.
Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon were groggy and achy when they finally came to, hours later.
“ *groan* ”
“ *groan* I feel terrible”
The image before them was blurry as their eyes adjusted. Once they were able to focus though, they saw three Martian men standing before them. Two of the men were tall and wore black spacesuits with gold trim. The man who was standing between them was short, with a white lab coat on, and holding a clear briefcase with circuitry and bolts of electricity randomly flashing inside; this man was Dr. Xymlar Zyftak.
“Well, well, well, the sleeping beauties have finally awakened,” Zyftak mocked.
Reece and Jennifer realized their predicament, and saw that they had been stripped naked, they were positioned standing up with their arms raised high above their heads with their wrists electronically locked in some sort of device that was suspended in mid air; similar devices were electronically locked around their ankles as well, holding their feet in place. Both girls were calm and expressionless as they awaited their fate.
Zyftak chuckled. “You Earthlings never learn, do you,” he said. “Your pitiful, archaic Intelligence is no match for our superior technology. You thought you had me right where you wanted, didn’t you. You thought you could stop us from executing our mission, but I’m afraid the only thing you ladies seem to have accomplished was to fall right into our trap. Now, if you don’t mind, my colleagues here, agents 540 and 210, will proceed with their mission while you two suffer the consequences for your misdeeds.”
The two Martian officers standing beside the doctor grinned at Jennifer and Reece with an evil gleam in the silver, hypnotic eyes.
“Torturing us is useless, Zyftak!” blurted Jennifer.
“You’d be wasting your time,” added Reece.
“There you go again, thinking you’re one step ahead of us,” said Zyftak. “But, Ms. Hewitt and Ms. Witherspoon, you’re gravely mistaken.”
Then the briefcase which the doctor was holding flat in his arms, opened gradually. Inside, were two pairs green, living, disembodied hands with bright red spots all over.
“Allow me to introduce you to my pets here,” Zyftak teased. “These are my most prized inventions thus far. You see, these tickle fingers are unlike any you have seen before. The red spots that you see all over the hands are actually neural manipulators. They are designed to seize the brainwaves of non-ticklish spies, such as yourselves, and cause you to become more ticklish than you could have ever imagined.”
The living hands then lifted from the briefcase and floated over to where Jennifer and Reece stood, landing gently along their bare forearms. The two remained pokerfaced and unaffected.
The Martian doctor continued, “In a moment, you two meddling misfits will find out just how ticklish a woman can be under her arms, as these new and improved tickle fingers begin to overwhelm your body with inescapable ticklishness.”
Almost immediately, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon felt a sensation they never experienced before; these new tickle fingers were actually making them extremely ticklish all over their bodies. Jennifer tried to resist it by closing her eyes and biting her lip, but to no avail, while Reece tensed her body and jerked her head back and forth, but still no relief. Then the living tickle fingers slowly started to crawl a ticklish path down Jennifer Love Hewitt’s and Reece Witherspoon’s bare arms down to an uncharted danger zone lying along the smooth, hairless hollows of their now excruciatingly ticklish armpits.
As the fingers got closer, it became harder for the two women to maintain their composure; Reece continued to jerk her head about, unable to move her limbs, her body trembled and with ticklish spasms; Jennifer’s breathing was heavy and desperate, her eyes wide with terror. Soon, the certified lethal tickle fingers reached their target, nestling in Jennifer’s and Reece’s vulnerable armpits.
Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon went bonkers!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WAIT! WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! * gasp * MERCY!” Jennifer screamed.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHA!” Reece shrieked.
They were totally shocked as to how ticklish they had become. Their wrist and ankle restraints left little room for mobility, but the two were jerking their heads and screaming like madwomen as the fingers scrabbled and danced along their underarms.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAH! * gasp * OH MY GOSH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP!” wailed Jennifer.
“HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO! WAIT! WAIT! HAHAAAAAAAAAAAGH! THAT TICKLES!” cried Reece.
The tickle fingers never left the girls’ underarms to explore other body parts; the doctor had pre-programmed them to continue tormenting the tender ticklish crescents for as long as he desired. All poor Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon could do was scream and laugh, whipping their hair about, looking like a pair of firework sparklers.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO MORE! PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP IT! I CAN’T HAHAHAAAAAAAGH TAKE IT! I’M TOO TICKLISH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAVE MERCY! AAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHA! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! GET OUTTA MY ARMPITS! AAAAAAH! HEEHEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
“HEEHEEHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WAIT! STOP! AAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAHA! NO, WAIT! SERIOUSLY! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE, UNDER THE ARMS! HEEHEEHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! OKAY! OKAY! STOP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
Dr. Zyftak and the two officers continued to watch the two formerly dangerous saboteurs disintegrate into harmless, hopelessly ticklish schoolgirls. Just the armpit tickling was enough to cause both Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon to lose bladder control, letting a stream spill down their naked legs.
The Martians eventually left the room to complete their mission, destroying earth’s arsenal of tickle fingers, leaving the sexy, nude brunette and the deliciously, nude blond to their long and extraordinary ticklish demise.
We may never know who ultimately wins the cold war between our planet and Mars, but what we do know is how much fun it is to tickle torture those beautiful, ticklish female spies.
THE END
REECE WITHERSPOON
Starring in
“The Tickle Fingers MUST DIE!”
(ticklish celebrity fiction)
EARTH 2506 A.D.
There is further conflict in the ongoing cold war between our government and the Martian communists. Earthling Intelligence has now gathered information about the classified production of a chemical weapon made specifically to destroy all tickle fingers in Earth’s arsenal. Ever since our planet’s top military scientists cracked the Martian tickle fingers technology and developed a more lethal version, the red planet’s ability to retain double agents from earth (who proved susceptible to its torture potential) have been weakened.
In an effort to intercept the green-skinned socialists, two expert assassins have been dispatched to Mars. Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon were young, beautiful, and utterly dangerous. These femme fatales were highly-skilled in over a dozen forms of martial arts, were fluent in thirty dialects of the Martian language, and were extensively-trained to resist all forms of torture.
Their mission was to attend a cocktail party for members of the more elite class of the two planets: bankers, shipping tycoons, and distinguished statesmen filled the regal hall with their compulsory, self-congratulatory hot air. Jennifer and Reese counterfeited a pair of phony party invitations and posed as two wealthy heiresses of no particular faction. Equipped with state-of-the-art surveillance technology implanted in their jewelry, the sexy brunette and the stylish blond mingled with the crowd keeping a low profile as they discreetly looked around for one guest in particular.
Dr. Xymlar Zyftak was one of Mars’ top military scientist. He and his colleagues had orders to deliver the chemical weapon called Krybabble, designed to destroy earth’s entire armory of tickle fingers. Dr. Zyftak was seated at one end of the grand hall, having a conversation with another typical stuffed shirt. He held a snifter of chumtok in his hand: a Martian equivalent of brandy, fluorescent, marble in color, absolutely toxic for humans.
Now keep in mind, Jennifer and Reece weren’t sure exactly what Dr. Zyftak looked like - after all, he was a critical asset to Martian Intelligence, and keeping his identity a secret was a top priority. They figured he must’ve been in disguise, so the only thing they had to go on was a sample recording of his voice, retrieved earlier by Earth Intelligence.
Jennifer was decked out in a black, strapless evening gown while Reece chose a beige, sleeveless dress. They both had all the Earthling men in the room salivating.
Reece made eye contact with Jennifer, who was standing at the other end of the room. By touching the backs of their wrists, Jennifer and Reece activated their receiver devices which were implanted just beneath their epidermis. With a mere turn of their heads, the two women could pick up every conversation around the room which they listened to on micro-speakers in their earrings.
*static*
“Have you tried the calamari, yet? It’s delicious.”
*static*
“In this quarter alone, we’ve generated over ten billion credits in net sales.”
*static*
“Senator Freeman, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
*static*
“Well, my golf game could be better, that’s for sure.”
*static*
Then Jennifer froze when she heard something specific that caught her attention.
“We rendezvous at the main lab in sector 13 at 02:00hrs, that’s when we deliver the Krybabble to agents 540 and 210.”
It was the distinct voice of a man speaking urgently yet quietly as to convey his words in confidence. Jennifer frowned and crouched her head, concentrating.
“I don’t want to say anymore about it. This place could be crawling with Earthling spies.”
Jennifer made eye contact with Reece again, giving her a look as if to suggest, Did you get that? Reece gave a subtle nod, and the two secret agents discreetly left the otherwise dull party.
At 01:45hrs, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon were staked-out inside the main lab in sector 13, inside of a crawlspace ventilation system. They were looking down through a vent into the room were Dr. Zyftak and the two agents were to meet in fifteen minutes.
Suddenly, Jennifer heard a faint hiss echo through the crawlspace.
“You hear that,” she asked Reece.
“Hear what?”
Jennifer turned to the direction where the hiss was coming from, Reece followed. And before they could react in time, a thick pink gas was building up. The two women disappeared in the thick, poisonous cloud and began choking.
“ *cough* *cough* some kind of poisonous gas!”
“ *cough* it’s a trap *cough* *gasp*”
“ *gasp* let’s get out of here *cough* *cough*”
But the two women were overwhelmed by the noxious cloud and ultimately fell unconscious.
Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon were groggy and achy when they finally came to, hours later.
“ *groan* ”
“ *groan* I feel terrible”
The image before them was blurry as their eyes adjusted. Once they were able to focus though, they saw three Martian men standing before them. Two of the men were tall and wore black spacesuits with gold trim. The man who was standing between them was short, with a white lab coat on, and holding a clear briefcase with circuitry and bolts of electricity randomly flashing inside; this man was Dr. Xymlar Zyftak.
“Well, well, well, the sleeping beauties have finally awakened,” Zyftak mocked.
Reece and Jennifer realized their predicament, and saw that they had been stripped naked, they were positioned standing up with their arms raised high above their heads with their wrists electronically locked in some sort of device that was suspended in mid air; similar devices were electronically locked around their ankles as well, holding their feet in place. Both girls were calm and expressionless as they awaited their fate.
Zyftak chuckled. “You Earthlings never learn, do you,” he said. “Your pitiful, archaic Intelligence is no match for our superior technology. You thought you had me right where you wanted, didn’t you. You thought you could stop us from executing our mission, but I’m afraid the only thing you ladies seem to have accomplished was to fall right into our trap. Now, if you don’t mind, my colleagues here, agents 540 and 210, will proceed with their mission while you two suffer the consequences for your misdeeds.”
The two Martian officers standing beside the doctor grinned at Jennifer and Reece with an evil gleam in the silver, hypnotic eyes.
“Torturing us is useless, Zyftak!” blurted Jennifer.
“You’d be wasting your time,” added Reece.
“There you go again, thinking you’re one step ahead of us,” said Zyftak. “But, Ms. Hewitt and Ms. Witherspoon, you’re gravely mistaken.”
Then the briefcase which the doctor was holding flat in his arms, opened gradually. Inside, were two pairs green, living, disembodied hands with bright red spots all over.
“Allow me to introduce you to my pets here,” Zyftak teased. “These are my most prized inventions thus far. You see, these tickle fingers are unlike any you have seen before. The red spots that you see all over the hands are actually neural manipulators. They are designed to seize the brainwaves of non-ticklish spies, such as yourselves, and cause you to become more ticklish than you could have ever imagined.”
The living hands then lifted from the briefcase and floated over to where Jennifer and Reece stood, landing gently along their bare forearms. The two remained pokerfaced and unaffected.
The Martian doctor continued, “In a moment, you two meddling misfits will find out just how ticklish a woman can be under her arms, as these new and improved tickle fingers begin to overwhelm your body with inescapable ticklishness.”
Almost immediately, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon felt a sensation they never experienced before; these new tickle fingers were actually making them extremely ticklish all over their bodies. Jennifer tried to resist it by closing her eyes and biting her lip, but to no avail, while Reece tensed her body and jerked her head back and forth, but still no relief. Then the living tickle fingers slowly started to crawl a ticklish path down Jennifer Love Hewitt’s and Reece Witherspoon’s bare arms down to an uncharted danger zone lying along the smooth, hairless hollows of their now excruciatingly ticklish armpits.
As the fingers got closer, it became harder for the two women to maintain their composure; Reece continued to jerk her head about, unable to move her limbs, her body trembled and with ticklish spasms; Jennifer’s breathing was heavy and desperate, her eyes wide with terror. Soon, the certified lethal tickle fingers reached their target, nestling in Jennifer’s and Reece’s vulnerable armpits.
Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon went bonkers!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WAIT! WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! * gasp * MERCY!” Jennifer screamed.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHA!” Reece shrieked.
They were totally shocked as to how ticklish they had become. Their wrist and ankle restraints left little room for mobility, but the two were jerking their heads and screaming like madwomen as the fingers scrabbled and danced along their underarms.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAH! * gasp * OH MY GOSH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP!” wailed Jennifer.
“HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO! WAIT! WAIT! HAHAAAAAAAAAAAGH! THAT TICKLES!” cried Reece.
The tickle fingers never left the girls’ underarms to explore other body parts; the doctor had pre-programmed them to continue tormenting the tender ticklish crescents for as long as he desired. All poor Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon could do was scream and laugh, whipping their hair about, looking like a pair of firework sparklers.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO MORE! PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP IT! I CAN’T HAHAHAAAAAAAGH TAKE IT! I’M TOO TICKLISH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAVE MERCY! AAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHA! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! GET OUTTA MY ARMPITS! AAAAAAH! HEEHEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
“HEEHEEHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WAIT! STOP! AAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAHA! NO, WAIT! SERIOUSLY! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE, UNDER THE ARMS! HEEHEEHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! OKAY! OKAY! STOP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
Dr. Zyftak and the two officers continued to watch the two formerly dangerous saboteurs disintegrate into harmless, hopelessly ticklish schoolgirls. Just the armpit tickling was enough to cause both Jennifer Love Hewitt and Reece Witherspoon to lose bladder control, letting a stream spill down their naked legs.
The Martians eventually left the room to complete their mission, destroying earth’s arsenal of tickle fingers, leaving the sexy, nude brunette and the deliciously, nude blond to their long and extraordinary ticklish demise.
We may never know who ultimately wins the cold war between our planet and Mars, but what we do know is how much fun it is to tickle torture those beautiful, ticklish female spies.
THE END
