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Madonna's Tickle Chamber 1-3 (repost)

Fiktishish

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Madonna's Tickle Chamber (By Fiktishish)
MADONNA'S TICKLE CHAMBER
STARRING
MADONNA
&
GWEN STEFFANI

Gwen was waking up a little. She didn't remember a whole lot. She was in a limo
on her way to The Plaza, when the limo driver sprayed something in her face.
Now here she is. Her first thought was, "oh my god!! I can't move!" She
thought she was paralyzed when she realized she was just tied up. But in the
weirdest position. Her arms were tied at the wrists, with her forearms behind
her head. Her feet were tied together, and under her butt. She was scared, but
this table she was on made the position not in the least uncomfortable. She
looked around. The room was practicly all metal. She looked down at herself and
realized she was wearing the same bikinni she wore in the Eve video. Just then,
the door opened. Gwen Steffani couldn't believe her eyes.
Madonna, the Material Girl herself walked in. She was wearing a
leather,almost dominatrix outfit. Her long, blond hair was flowing. She
looked stunning!! "Hello Gwen! So glad to see you." she said with an evil
grin. "Madonna?? Is that you??" Gwen asked.
"Yes. are you comfortable??"
"What the hell are you doing??? This is kidnapping!!!" Gwen yelled at Madonna,
obviously angry.
"Wait. Let me explain. You see, i was watching that video you did with Eve,
and i just had to have you here." Madonna was eyeing Gwen's beautiful tummy,
and smooth underarms.
Gwen was visibly nervous by this time. "W..what do you mean? Where is here??"
"Here?? Here is the most wonderful place on earth. Welcome to my Tickle
Chamber!!"
"What??? What the hell are you talking about????!?!"
Madonna relished the fear. "My Tickle Chamber. You are in the upperbody
tickling room. i like to call it, Tummy Tickles 101." Madonna giggled.
Gwen broke out in goosepimples. "You're not going to tic...tick..tickle me??
are you????"
"Intensely. Get ready!!!". With that, Madonna took a long feather and ran it
from the the top of her tummy, to the bottom.

"HEEE!!! don't do that!!!!! Please!!!!!! i'm too ticklish for this!!!!" Gwen
yelled, pleadingly. Madonna dropped the feather, looked at her, smiled, and
dove all ten fingers into Gwen's lovely tummy. Gwen went beserk.

"HEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!! NO MORE!!!! PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! OH MY GOD IT
TICKLES!!!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!"

"I know it tickles. isn't it great!!"

"NOOOOO!!!!! I HATE IT!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHEHEEHEEEEE!!!!"

Madonna started to knead her knuckles in Gwen's ribs. Gwen was laughing
hystericly and adding to her torture was the she could not move an inch of her
body to escape any of it.

"HAAAAAAA!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!! HOOOOHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!" YOU BITCH!!!!! STOP
TICKLING MEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Madonna moved her fingers up to Gwen's underarms. Wiggling them in the hollows
of Gwen's pits, she watched as Gwen started to go tickle mad.

"HAAAAAA!!!!! NOT THERE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! DON'T TICKLE
MY..AHAAHAAAAAA..DON'T TICKLE.....AHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! I'LL GIVE YOU
ANYTHING YOU WANT!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!

Madonna was thrilled. She always had a massive tickle fetish, and now she some
of the most beautiful stars held captive for the most fiendish tickle torture.
Her vagina was wet as she watched Gwen, eyes wide & staring at nothing, covred
in sweat as she diddled her underarms. "Tickle tickle tickle. How much do you
like this?"

"I HATE THIS!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAWHEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!"

Madonna, still tickling her underarms moved down to her tummy again, lowered
her mouth and began blowing rasberries on her tummy. Gwen nearly jumped out of
her skin.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!STABIT!!!!!!!HAHAHAAHAHEHE
HEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!OH THAT
TICKLES SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!

This went on for over half- an hour. Gwen screamed, laughed, giggled and cried.
When it was over, Madonna got up, looked at Gwen's sweaty body and said
sweetly, "How did you like it, sweety?"

Gwen was out of breath, gasping she said "Fuck you!"

Madonna started to lick her bellybutton. Gwen was thrown back into ticklish
agony.

HEEEEEEE!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!! NOT THAT!!!! I'M TOO TICKLISH FOR THAT!!!!!
HAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHWEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! STOP LICKING MY BELLYBUTTON!!!!!!

Just then, Madonna sprayed Gwen with the same spray she used to kidnap her.
Gwen Steffani was rendered unconcious. A crazed smile was on her face. She had
been preserved in ticklish agony until she was woken up. Madonna stuck a
feather by the quill inside Gwen's bellybutton. It was time to move onto the
next room and the next victim.

TO BE CONTINUED....

Madonna's Tickle Chamber 2 (By Fiktishish)

MADONNA'S TICKLE CHAMBER II
STARRING
MADONNA
&
JODIE FOSTER


Madonna walked out the upper-body tickling room, Gwen Steffani's lovely,
ticklish laughter still ringing in her head. She thought about all the things
she would do to her later. But for now, she had bussiness to attend to. In the
room down the hall......
Jodie Foster was slowly waking up. The last thing she knew, she was in
the greenroom for the David Letterman show. She had a distant memory of
someone spraying something in her face, but brushed that thought aside when she
realized what was going on.
She was in an all metal room. She was seated on top of an unussualy
comfortable table. Her arms were tied down to her body. And her legs were
strapped down and stretched across the table, with her beautiful feet hanging
over the edge. The way her ankles were strapped, her heels were pushed against
the edge of the table. It made any type of movement, ANY movement utterly
impossible. Just then, the door swung open....
"Jodie!!!!! So glad you could make it!". Madonna greeted.
Jodie was puzzeld to see the Material Girl. They had never met before this.
"Your Madonna, right?", she asked.
"In the flesh. I thought you could join me here for a few laughs." Madonna was
barely holding in her excitement.

"Listen, i don't know what your deal is, but this is pretty un-lawful. I am a
DOUBLE-OSCAR WINNER!!!!! And when i get out, every cop in the country will be
on you like white on rice!!!!", Jodie screamed defiantly.

Madonna grinned. "You're so cute. No one knows you're here. And what maks you
think you'll get out?"

Jodie cringed with fear. "Wher...where am i??"

Madonna giggled, and grinned. "Welcome to my Tickle Chamber!!!!".

"Huh??? What the hell are you talking abou...." Jodie trailed off. Aware, for
the first time, the position of her feet.

Madonna stared at her feet. "You have lovely feet. I've always loved how you
always pose barefoot in magazines. You're going to enjoy this."

'En..enjoy what?" Jodie was petrified. Her feet were ultra ticklish. Her plump
toes especially sensitive.

"This is the foot-tickling room. I like to call it, Toe-Tickles 101. Ready??"

"N..no. Don't!! "

Madonna started slow. Draping a peacock feather across her bare sole.

Jodie's lip was trembling. The feeling was madening.

"Does it tickle. Jodie?" Madonna asked teasingly.

"Mmph, no. Not at all.", Jodie replied.

"Liar. I think it does." Madonna was now gliding the feather all over her bare
foot. The sensations were driving Jodie insane. She couldn't answer or she'd
laugh out loud, and she didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

"This doesn't tickle? Shucks. I would've stopped if it did", Madonna said while
still feathering Jodie's feet.

Jodie looked up in desperation.

"C'mon. Just tell me it tickles and i'll stop."

Jodie was scared and desperate, so she stifled a giggle and said, "Yes.It
tickles alot."

Madonna smiled and said, "Well, then you're going to love this.." With that
she scrabbled all 10 of her fingers all over Jodie Foster's sexy, captive feet.
Jodie went nuts!!

"AAAHAAHAHAAAAA!!!! YOU LI....EHEHEEEE.. LIAR!!!!!! STOP!!!!! HAHAHAAAAA!!!! IT
TICKLES!!!!!!!

"I know!!! Keetchy keetchy keetchy!!!" Madonna loved teasing.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!! NOT MY FEET!!!!! STOP IT!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAA!!!
Jodie was in agony. She couldn't excape any of this horrible fate.

"Tickle tickle tickle. My what ticklish feet you have."

WHAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!!! STOP IT!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!

Just then, Madonna stopped. Jodie was gasping.

"Ya know what my other fetish is?" Madonna asked menacingly.

Jodie was too scared to answer. Just then, Madonna slowly moved down, blowing
lightly on Jodies hyper-sensitive bare feet, making her giggle nervously. Just
then she felt a tounge slurp her sole.

"YAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! WH..AAAA...WHAT ARE YOU DO.EEEEEE.ING?????"

"Licking your feet. They taste nice.mmmm".

"AAAHAHAA!!! STOP!!!!!!!!" Jodie thought she was going convulse.

"Oh my!! Does this tickle too?"

"YES!!!! HEEEEEE!!!! STOP!!!!"

Madonna ran her tounge all over Jodies sole. Jodie Foster screamed in agony,
but too no avail. But then, Madonna ran her tounge across her toes. Jodie went
beserk!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! NOT MY TOES!!!!!! MY POOR TOES!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!! HEHEEEEEEEEEE..STOP TICKLING MY LITTLE TOES!!!!!!!"

Madonna not only didn't stop licking each and every crevice of Jodie's cute
toes, she used her fingers to tickle her soles as well. Jodie laughed and
howled like a banshee.

"STOP!!!!!! WHAAAAAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!! I'M
SOOOOOOO TICKLISH!!!! AHHAAHHAAAAAAA!!!!! MY FEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEETT!!!!!"

Madonna sucked on each toe individually, all the while persistently tickling
Jodie's
sole. She only paused every few minutes to blow rasberries on each sole.
Madonna knew that a rassberry, no matter where performed was an intoxicatingly
ticklish feeling. Jodie screamed her husky laugh each time she did it. After
about 30 minutes, Madonna stopped. Jodie was covered in sweat, and her feet
were covered in the Material Girls saliva.

'Mmmm. That was fun, wasn't it?" Madonna was smiling wickedly.

Jodie looked up, and said through her gasps, "Go to hell!!!".

"Hey, just be glad i didn't eat peanut butter off your tootsies." Madonna said
and giggled.

Jodie looked up with rage on her face, and said, "You'll get yours."

Madonna ignored her and started to thread a feather between each toe on each
foot. When she finished, she asked, "Ever hear of a ripcord?"

Jodie eyes went wide. Just then Madonna pulled both feathers, which had to
wiggle out between each ticklish toe. Jodie was screaming with laughter again.

"AAHAHAHHAAHAAAAA!!!!! MY TOES!!!!! HEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!!"

Just then, Madonna sprayed her with the spray. Jodie was fast asleep. Another
ticklish crazed grin emblazoned across her face. As for Madonna, she massaged
her dripping vagina and left the room. After all, there was one more room, and
one more victim.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

Madonna's Tickle Chamber 3 (By Fiktishish)
MADONNA'S TICKLE CHAMBER III
STARRING
MADONNA
&
JENNIFER ANISTON


Leaving the foot-tickling room, Madonna felt something. It felt like invulnerability. She had captured Gwen Sefani, and tickled her tummy 'til she went nuts, and Jodie Foster was the perfect person to foot tickle. But there was one more room. Madonna licked her lips, took a second to massage her vagina, then headed down the hall.

Jennifer Aniston was slowly waking up. She was trying to place where she was. The smell, the look. Everything around her looked pretty strange. She was trying to jog her memory a little bit. She was jogging in Central Park. Someone asked her for a cigarette, maybe, and she turned. That was all she remembered. The person had a spray or something?? Well, it dosen't matter. Right now, she was more concerened with the fact that she couldn't move. Her arms had been lashed above her head, and stretched to each side. Her ankles were tied with her legs spread apart. It allowed for more movement. Again, she felt extremely comfortable. That's when tthe door opened.

Madonna came through the door. She looked at the captive television star, and said, sweetly, "Hi Jen!!".

Jennifer, obviously angry, yelled, "Madonna!?!?!! What in the hell do you think you're doing to me???"

Madonna loved it when they yell. It made her so excited. "Wow. You're not smiling. You must not know where you are." Madonna said and giggled.

"What do you mean? Where am i?". Jennifer asked, a little worried.

Madonna smiled a huge smile, held out her arms and said, "Welcome to my Tickle Chamber!!!"

Jennifer's eyes went wide. "W..what? What do you mean ti..tickle chamber??"

"Well, ya see, i just love to tickle cute, sexy girls. Just like you. Call it a fetish." Madonna couldn't help giggling. She had tickled 2 people half to deatrh already, and now ahe was going to do the same to Jennifer Aniston. Life was indeed wonderful.
"This is The Feather Tickle room." Madonna nodded to a bucket in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with feathers. Jennifer looked over to it in horror. She was extremely ticklish, and she just couldn't stand it. And now it seemed as if she was going to be tickled by a flat out lunatic.

"Wait!! Please don't do this. I can't stand to be tickled. Please, just let me go." Jennifer was trying to sound in control of herself, but started to feel a chill when Madonna walked over to the feather bin. Madonna picked up a peacock feather, and walked back over to Jen's feet.

"Are you ready??" Madonna asked manacingly.

"Please!!! Don't tickle me!!" Jennifer pleaded.

Madonna took the peacock feather and started to feather her tummy. Running the feather all along Jennifer's tummy and bellybutton. Jennifer flipped.

"AH!!!OH!!! HEHEEEEEE!!!! THAT TICKLES STOP!!!!! OHAHAHAAAA!!!"

"I know it tickles, silly. Cootchy cootchy cootchy!!" Madonna teased as she drew the feather up and down up and down. The feeling was maddening. Jennifer Aniston was twisting and turning, and the sight of it made Madonna incredibly wet. She started to run another feather across her underarm. Jennifer pleaded.

"PLEASE!!! NO MORE!! HAHAHAAAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!! RIGHT THERE!!! HEHEEHEEEEEE!!!! NOT UNDER MY ARM, PLEASE!!HAHAHAAAAAAHEHEEEEE!!!!"

Jennifer tried to escape, but there was no way. The feather just searched out all of her tickle spots. Madonna looked at her sexily.

"I hope you're enjoying this. Tickle tickle tickle!! I know you like haviung feathers all over your naked body. Tell me you do."

"NO!! I HAHAHAAAAA..HATE IT!!! HEHEHEEHEEEEEEHAHAHAAAAA!!!"

"Hmmm, well, i guess we're just going to have to find out how ticklish you are." As she said this, she had started to move the feather down her tummy, legs, and oto Jennifer Aniston's feet. AS soon as the feather topuched her toes, she jerked spasmodiclly.

"Oooh, sensitive toes!!" Madonna said with glee.

"OHHOOOO!!! NOT MY FEET!!! DON'T FEATHER MY TOES!!! HEHEHEEEE!!"

Madonna played the feather all over the captive, and very ticklish feet of Jennifer Aniston.

"HAHAAAAA!!! THAT TICKLES MY FOOT!!! HAHAHAHEHEHEEEE!!! I CAN'T STAND THIS STOP!!! HAHAHAHEHEHEEEEEEE!!! YOU'RE CRAZEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!"

Madonna turned the feather around, and tickled the bottoms of her feet with the quill. Jennifer went mad when this feeling hit her.

"AAAAAHAHAHAAAA!!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!! PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEETHATTICKLESSTABBIT!!!!! HAHAHAAHAAAAHEHEEEEE!!!! IT TICKLES!! IT TICKLES!!!!!AHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!

Madonna was loving every second of this. Jennifer Aniston squirmed and wiggled trying to escape the feathers, but it was no use. When Madonna started to feather Jen's vagina and all around the inner thigh area, Jennifer went mad, mixed between ticklish agony, and a weird pleasurable feeling.

"OH MY GOOAHAHAAAAAD!!!! STOP!@!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHEHEHEEEEEEEHAHAHAAAA!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!!! NO MORE TICKLING, PLEASE!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEHEEEE!!!! IT TICKLES TOOO MUCH!!!! OOOOH NOT THERE!!! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!"

After about 1 hour, she desisted in her attack. Jennifer was sweating and panting, her already sensitive skin was on fire with ticklishness. She looked up at Madonna, who was grinning so weird, that Jennifer thought she might've had an orgasm, said through her gasps, "I'm gonna get you!!!" If it's the last thing i do, I'm going to get you!!"

Madonna suddenly sterned up.

"Listen to me and listen good. You are no longer a television star. You aren't even a person anymore. You are a tickle toy!! Wait, no I'm sorry. You are MY TICKLE TOY!! You exist only for me to tickle. You and Gwen and Jodie!!"

More worried than ever now, Jennifer asked, "Who are you talking sbout??"

Madonna smiled slyly and said,"Gwen, Jodie, and Jen. The 3 tickle-teers. Madonna blew her a kiss, and left the room for a moment. Jennifer twisted and writhed, trying hard to excape her bonds. Just then, the door opened, and Madonna came back in holding a weird looking sheet.

"W...what's that??" she asked, nervously.

"An electric blanket. I thought you might be cold." Madonna threw the blanket on her, and pressed a switch. All of a sudden, Jennifer felt thousands of small feathers begin to vibrate and hum. The feeling was pure torture, and she threw her herself back into ticklish laughter.

"AAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! TU...AHAHAHA..TURN IT.....AHAHAAAAAAA.OFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!! HEHEHEEHEEEEEEHAHAHHAHAAAA!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHHEHEHEEEEE!!!!!"

Her whole body was being feather tickled mercilessly. There was no way to escape the torture. At least a dozen little feathers were in her bellybutton alone. It was totally maddening.

"Well, it's time for me to leave. Hope you enjoy yourself."

"NOOOHOHOHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!!!! DON'T LEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEAVE!!!!! TURN IT OFF!!!!! HAHAHAAAHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!! TURN IT OFF!!!!! PLEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEASEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! HAHAHHEHEHEEEEEE!!!"

Jennifer's eyes were wide and tortured as she watched Madonna leave the room and close the door. Her laughter was echoing down the hall. She walked over to the foot-tickling room, and opened the door. Jodie Foster was still there, ticklish grin and all. Madonna took two small cup like things, that had little pokers sticking out the bottom. She strapped these tickle-machines to both a Jodie's bare, ticklish feet.

"Jodie. Wake up sweety."

Jodie awoke with the feeling that she had just dreamed the whole tickle nightmare, but that thought quickly subsided when she saw Madonna.

"Giggle for me." Madonna said, not really teasing, but just sounding evil. Then she turned the machines on. Jodie felt all these little pokers start to vibrate and pinch and poke at her ultra-ticklish bare feet. Jodie went bannanas.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!!! THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH!!!! YOU BITCH!!!! STOP!!!!!!AHAHAHAAAAAHEHEEHEEEE!!! MY FEET!!! MY FEET!!!! MY TICKLISH FEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEET!!!!!OOHOOOOOAHAHAAAA!!!!!!"

Madonna blew her a kiss, and left the room. The tortured squeals and begs of mercy were heard throughout the hallway. She opened the tummy-tickling room. Gwen Stefani was still passed out. Madonna looked at the feather she left in her bellybutton and smiled. Taking out the feather, she started to strap this thing, which looked like almost a leather girdle around Gwen's tummy. Madonna woke her up.

"Hey you! Ready for some more tumm tickles??"

"NO!!!! PLEASE!!! DON'T!!!! WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING??"

Withoput answering, Madonna flipped the switch, and all at once Gwen Stefani felt something, tickling the hell out of her tummy. Vibrating, sucking, blowing and feathering. She felt every tickle sensation you could imagine all over her beautiful, ticklish tummy. She went nuts!!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHOHOOHOOOOOOHOHOOOOO!!!! STOPIT!!!! TURN IT OFFF!!!!OOOOOOOOHOHOHHHHHHOOOOOHOHHHHHOOOOOHEHHEEH
EEHEHEYAHAHAAAAA!!!! IT ITCKLES TOO MUCH!!!!!HAHAHAAHAAAAAA!!!!"

Gwen could feel her bellybutton being torured more than anything else.But rest assured, this nightmarish contraption tickled every square inch of her tummy. Madonna bid her a good, ticklish night and left the room. She could hear all 3 of her victims screaming out in ticklish agony. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She ran upstairs, (turns out, the tickle chamber was just the basement of her mansion) and began to pleasure herself, while T.V.'s played out their ticklish fate. Madonna sat down.She began to think.....

"Now, who should i tickle next??"


TO BE CONTINUED.....
 
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