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ALYSON HANNIGAN
Starring in
TICKLEMADA’S DUNGEON
(A ticklish celebrity fiction request)
In the dark and terrible days of the inquisition, the Grand Inquisitor, Ticklemada, had subjected hundreds of young, independent women (accused of witchcraft) to especially cruel tickling torture in his dungeon of terror. Some were blondes, some were brunettes, some were redheads, but all were surprisingly beautiful. There were those who were strong and resisted the tickling as much as they could, and then there were those who collapsed into ticklish hysteria, confessing their sins even before a finger lay on their hyper ticklish bodies. Nonetheless, they all knew the torture methods of Ticklemada and dreaded his notorious dungeon.
Alyson Hannigan happened to be one of those accused women brought to Ticklemada’s dungeon to be interrogated. As the Grand Inquisitor looked upon the pretty lass, he saw that she was an exceptionally attractive redhead. She had that innocent, sweetheart face of a “girl next-door”. Her skin was milky-white and looked so smooth and sensitive as she lay naked, stretched out on the torture rack. There were four hooded guards that stood on both sides of Alyson Hannigan, each with a lethal tickling instrument. The two guards at her feet both held a stiff, soft feather in his hand, and the two guards at Alyson’s head both had a bucket of ice cubes in hand. Ticklemada stood at the end of the rack facing Alyson Hannigan.
The grand Inquisitor cleared his throat and said in a deep, creepy voice, “CONFESS YOUR SINS OF WITCHCRAFT, ALYSON HANNIGAN, OR YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED WITH TICKLING!”
Alyson looked back at the dark presence with a blank look on her face and a pounding in her heart replying, “I HAVE NOTHING TO CONFESS! I AM NOT A WITCH, I SWEAR !”
“A LITTLE STUBBORN, AREN’T WE? VERY WELL THEN. PROCEED WITH THE TICKLE TORTURE!”
Alyson Hannigan could hear the tormented cries echoing from beyond the dungeon walls of the other young women being tickle tortured .
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! DON’T TICKLE! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE!”
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAVE MERCY!”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! NOT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO! NOT UNDER MY ARMS! NOT UNDER MY ARMS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
The beautiful redhead gulped hard as she watched the guards at her bound, bare feet lower their feathers and begin to slowly drag them up and down the soles of her feet. Immediately, Alyson Hannigan curled her toes but the two guards grabbed them and pulled them back to keep her soles completely vulnerable.
Then the tickling on Alyson Hannigan’s soles got more intense as the guards started to rapidly swipe their feathers along her soles. Alyson bit down on her lip and shut her eyes tightly. She fidgeted a little in her bondage, trying to resist the ticklish torment.
“CONFESS THAT YOU, ALYSON HANNIGAN, ARE INDEED A WITCH AND SPARE YOURSELF FURTHER TICKLE TORTURE,” informed Ticklemada.
The adorable young girl shook her head in protest.
That was when Ticklemada gestured to the guards at the head of the torture rack to begin inflicting their ticklish assault with the ice cubes. Starting at her forearms, the two guards slowly dragged the ice cubes down like novice skiers on a kiddy slope. A quiet groan escaped from Alyson’s lips as the melting water from the ice cubes impatiently trickled down her warm flesh and nestled in the ticklish basin of her armpits.
Alyson Hannigan twisted and squirmed even more on the torture rack when the ice cubes caught up with the dribbling water and were introduced to the sensitive hallows of her underarms.
“GRRRRRRRR!” Alyson groaned, putting up more of fight against this new and utterly maddening tickling sensation.
“WILL YOU CONFESS, ALYSON HANNIGAN?” Ticklemada asked.
Again, the redhead sweetheart shook her head defiantly.
The Grand Inquisitor then commanded two more guards to the torture rack, both with stiff turkey feathers in hand. Now there were six guards imposing particularly devilish tickle torture on Alyson Hannigan’s bound, inviting, nude figure. And the two guards at Alyson’s very ticklish feet now began to pull their feathers in between her toes and drag them under her toes.
Alyson Hannigan arched her back and used all her might to suppress the ticklish giggles building up inside her throat. The two new guards descended their stiff turkey feathers, one guard invaded Alyson’s excruciatingly ticklish belly button while the other guard took the liberty of swiping his feather along her helplessly exposed sex. And then the two guards at the head of the torture rack removed two fresh ice cubes from their buckets and made a Metro line from Alyson’s rock hard nipples, around her breasts, and back to her armpits.
Alyson Hannigan went berserk!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She tried to fight it off as long as she could, but the tickling sensations inflicted on her tender flesh were just too much and she exploded with ticklish hysteria. She felt her bladder begin to fail her as the merciless guards skillfully wielded their tickling weapons all over her stretched out, naked form.
“JUST CONFESS THAT YOU ARE INDEED A WITCH, ALYSON HANNIGAN, AND YOU SHALL BE GRANTED MERCY,” assured Ticklemada.
Alyson did hear the Grand Inquisitor, but she could not answer him, for she had collapsed into silent laughter. She bucked up and down on the torture rack like a bronco in a rodeo. A river from her weakened bladder had spilled down the incline of the torture rack, towards where Ticklemada himself stood. That was Alyson Hannigan’s only possible reply.
THE END
Starring in
TICKLEMADA’S DUNGEON
(A ticklish celebrity fiction request)
In the dark and terrible days of the inquisition, the Grand Inquisitor, Ticklemada, had subjected hundreds of young, independent women (accused of witchcraft) to especially cruel tickling torture in his dungeon of terror. Some were blondes, some were brunettes, some were redheads, but all were surprisingly beautiful. There were those who were strong and resisted the tickling as much as they could, and then there were those who collapsed into ticklish hysteria, confessing their sins even before a finger lay on their hyper ticklish bodies. Nonetheless, they all knew the torture methods of Ticklemada and dreaded his notorious dungeon.
Alyson Hannigan happened to be one of those accused women brought to Ticklemada’s dungeon to be interrogated. As the Grand Inquisitor looked upon the pretty lass, he saw that she was an exceptionally attractive redhead. She had that innocent, sweetheart face of a “girl next-door”. Her skin was milky-white and looked so smooth and sensitive as she lay naked, stretched out on the torture rack. There were four hooded guards that stood on both sides of Alyson Hannigan, each with a lethal tickling instrument. The two guards at her feet both held a stiff, soft feather in his hand, and the two guards at Alyson’s head both had a bucket of ice cubes in hand. Ticklemada stood at the end of the rack facing Alyson Hannigan.
The grand Inquisitor cleared his throat and said in a deep, creepy voice, “CONFESS YOUR SINS OF WITCHCRAFT, ALYSON HANNIGAN, OR YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED WITH TICKLING!”
Alyson looked back at the dark presence with a blank look on her face and a pounding in her heart replying, “I HAVE NOTHING TO CONFESS! I AM NOT A WITCH, I SWEAR !”
“A LITTLE STUBBORN, AREN’T WE? VERY WELL THEN. PROCEED WITH THE TICKLE TORTURE!”
Alyson Hannigan could hear the tormented cries echoing from beyond the dungeon walls of the other young women being tickle tortured .
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! DON’T TICKLE! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE!”
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAVE MERCY!”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! NOT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO! NOT UNDER MY ARMS! NOT UNDER MY ARMS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
The beautiful redhead gulped hard as she watched the guards at her bound, bare feet lower their feathers and begin to slowly drag them up and down the soles of her feet. Immediately, Alyson Hannigan curled her toes but the two guards grabbed them and pulled them back to keep her soles completely vulnerable.
Then the tickling on Alyson Hannigan’s soles got more intense as the guards started to rapidly swipe their feathers along her soles. Alyson bit down on her lip and shut her eyes tightly. She fidgeted a little in her bondage, trying to resist the ticklish torment.
“CONFESS THAT YOU, ALYSON HANNIGAN, ARE INDEED A WITCH AND SPARE YOURSELF FURTHER TICKLE TORTURE,” informed Ticklemada.
The adorable young girl shook her head in protest.
That was when Ticklemada gestured to the guards at the head of the torture rack to begin inflicting their ticklish assault with the ice cubes. Starting at her forearms, the two guards slowly dragged the ice cubes down like novice skiers on a kiddy slope. A quiet groan escaped from Alyson’s lips as the melting water from the ice cubes impatiently trickled down her warm flesh and nestled in the ticklish basin of her armpits.
Alyson Hannigan twisted and squirmed even more on the torture rack when the ice cubes caught up with the dribbling water and were introduced to the sensitive hallows of her underarms.
“GRRRRRRRR!” Alyson groaned, putting up more of fight against this new and utterly maddening tickling sensation.
“WILL YOU CONFESS, ALYSON HANNIGAN?” Ticklemada asked.
Again, the redhead sweetheart shook her head defiantly.
The Grand Inquisitor then commanded two more guards to the torture rack, both with stiff turkey feathers in hand. Now there were six guards imposing particularly devilish tickle torture on Alyson Hannigan’s bound, inviting, nude figure. And the two guards at Alyson’s very ticklish feet now began to pull their feathers in between her toes and drag them under her toes.
Alyson Hannigan arched her back and used all her might to suppress the ticklish giggles building up inside her throat. The two new guards descended their stiff turkey feathers, one guard invaded Alyson’s excruciatingly ticklish belly button while the other guard took the liberty of swiping his feather along her helplessly exposed sex. And then the two guards at the head of the torture rack removed two fresh ice cubes from their buckets and made a Metro line from Alyson’s rock hard nipples, around her breasts, and back to her armpits.
Alyson Hannigan went berserk!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She tried to fight it off as long as she could, but the tickling sensations inflicted on her tender flesh were just too much and she exploded with ticklish hysteria. She felt her bladder begin to fail her as the merciless guards skillfully wielded their tickling weapons all over her stretched out, naked form.
“JUST CONFESS THAT YOU ARE INDEED A WITCH, ALYSON HANNIGAN, AND YOU SHALL BE GRANTED MERCY,” assured Ticklemada.
Alyson did hear the Grand Inquisitor, but she could not answer him, for she had collapsed into silent laughter. She bucked up and down on the torture rack like a bronco in a rodeo. A river from her weakened bladder had spilled down the incline of the torture rack, towards where Ticklemada himself stood. That was Alyson Hannigan’s only possible reply.
THE END
