Fiktishish
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Madonna's Tickle Chamber 4
Madonna's Tickle Chamber IV
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Forster
&
Jennifer Aniston
Madonna had slept peacefully. Very peacefuly, in fact. Much more peacefuly than Gwen, Jodie and Jennifer. Jodie had those tickle-machines strapped to her feet. The bristles, feathers and pokers had tortured her poor tootsies beyond description. They shut-off during the night. But not for a few, long hours. The same could be said for Jennifer Aniston. The tickle sheet she was in, with it's thousands of vibrating feathers had come close to taking her sanity during the course of the night. But she passed out long before the sheet stopped. She lay there, in fact, with her teeth gritted into some deranged smile. And as for Gwen. Lovely Gwen Stefani. The leather girdle Madonna had strapped to her was a miracle of modern science. It seemed as if were desinged to tickle her to death. Her tummy was already tender to the touch, but this devil-machine, with it's tickling, sucking and vibrating massage on her tummy, was enough to make her mind snap. It finally stopped, just like the others, but not before Gwen was tickled to the point of exhaustin. When it finally stopped, Gwen just giggled silently, still feeling phantom little tickles. She finally passed out and slept. But even then, she wasn't safe. For you see, Gwen Stefani now had nightmares of tickle torture. But, i guess, dreamed up tickle torture was better than real tickle torture.
It seemed to the 3 captives, that they were in this Tickle-Chamber for days on end. In truth, it was only 24 hours. Madonna was just getting out of the shower upstairs. She felt the urge in her crotch, and decided to start the day off early. There was one thing, though. It was time for the 3 beauties to switch rooms. Madonna did this while they were passed out. And now, it was time for fun!
"Wake up, Jenny."
"Mmph". Jennifer didn't seem like she was waking up.
"Wake up, i said!!" Madonna now seemed angry. Jennifer shot awake at the booming sound of her tormentors voice.
"W..where am i?" She was in a different position and a different room. Arms up, forearms behind her head, feet under butt. Jennifer was going to be tummy-tickled.
Madonna didn't answer. She just asked, "Does this tickle?" and poked her in her underarm.
"YEEEES!!!! PLEASE!!! DON'T!!! NOT AGAIN!!!". Jennifer screamed, already figuring out what was in store for her.
"You have a nice tummy. And nice, smooth underarms." Madonna advanced on her menacingly. Jennifer, unable to move an inch, felt goose-bumps forming on her naked flesh.
Just then, Madonna dove all 10 fingers into Jennifer's ribs. The effect was amazing. Jennifer let out one loud shriek, then laughed musicaly, in spite of herself.
"EEEEEEEEEEEKK!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! STOP IT!!!!HEHEHEEEHEEHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!HAHAAHAHAAHEHEEEEE!!!!"
"I know!!!" Madonna was giggling along with her. All the while poking her ribcage, and kneading her flesh.
"PLEHHEEEHEEASE!!!! STOPIT!!!HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEEHEHEAHAA!!!! WHY ARE..AAHAHAHAHHEHEEEEEEE...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??!?!?!"
"Because you're ticklish!!! And beautiful. And because i want to." Madonna said that last part with a ceartain coldness. She then moved her wiggling fingers up to Jennifer's underarms. She stroked them, up and down, up and down for a few minutes, causing Jennifer to giggle like a little girl.
"HEEHEEEEHEHEEEEE!!! TICKLES!!!!HAHAHAHEHEEEEEE!!!"
Madonna grinned, then jabbed her fingers into the hollows of Jennifer's armpits. Jennifer would've flown through the ceiling, if she could move at all.
"WHAAAA!! WAAAHHAAAAAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!! THAT TIC..HEHEHEAHAHAAAAA!!! THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH!!!!HAHAHAAAAAA!!!"
Madonna just smiled and stared Jennifer in the eyes the entire time. She tickled her underarms, for what seemed like an eternity, then fixed her gaze upon her tummy.
"Such a lovely and ticklish tummy." Madonna said to no one in particular.
"Wha...what are you going to do?" Jennifer, drenched in sweat and still reeling from the underarm tickling was obviously scared. Just then, Madonna raised her face and stared at her. A grin appeared on her face and Madonna grabbed hold of her back and let loose one of the loudest rasberries anyone had ever heard. Jennifer went nuts!!
"WHOOOHOOOHAHAHAAAAA~~~ WHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHEHEHEHEEEE!!! THAT TICKLES SOOOOOO MUCH!!!! STOP IT PLEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEHAHAHAAASE!!!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHEHEHHEEEEEE!!!"
Madonna just kept blowing. This went on for quite a while. When she wasn't blowing on Jennifer's tummy, she was poking at it.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle!! Does my lil' Jen like the keetchies?" She asked in a cute, little girls voice.
"NO!! I HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! CAN'T STANDAHAHAAHAAAAAATHETICKLING!!!!HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHHE
EEEEE!!"
Madonna couldn't help herself. She stuck out her tounge and licked Jennifer's belly-button. This must've been a severly ticklish spot, because Jennifer couldn't even choke out the laughter.
"HAAA!!! WHEEEHAHAAAA!!!" She giggled, gasped for air and squinted her eyes shut. She thought her head was going to explode. Just then, Madonna sprayed her with the famous spray. Jennifer was unconcious. Madonna kissed her delectable belly-button, and left the room. Jodie Foster was waiting.
Jodie had awakened some time ago. Her aems were spread out above her head, and her ankles were tied together. She saw feathers all over the room. Then the door opened.
"Hi Jodie. Did you miss me?" Madonna asked sarcaticly.
Jodie didn't answer her. Just looked away. She knew she was going to be tickled, but she didn't want to give Madonna the satisfaction of showing any fear, which, of course, she was.
"Ever been stroked all over your naked body with a feather?" Madonna asked, brandishing a huge peacock feather. Again, no response from Jodie. Madonna walked right up to her.
"Just like this..." She trailed off as she ran the feather lightly, up and down over Jodie's body. Jodie got the shivers. It tickled all right, not enough to laugh out loud, btu if it kept up like this for too long, she feared she'd go insane. She bit her lip to supress a giggle.
"Tickle tickle tickle." Madonna whispered.
"hee." That was all Jodie could say. Then Madonna turned the feather around and drew circles with the quills in Jodie's underarms.
"HAHAAAAA!!!! YOU BITCH!!!!HAHAHAAAHAHEHEEEE!!!"
"Awww, i knew this would tickle." Madonna said, as she picked up a second feather and began the same proscess in both underarms at the sane time. Jodie was screaming.
"AAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEEEHEHE!!!!"
Madonna feathered Jodie's body for a good hour. Teasing her the whole time.
"Do the feathers tickle, dear? They look awfully tickly and feathery. Tickle tickle tickle!!"
"HAHAHAAAAAA!!! SCRE.....SCREW YOU!!!! HAHAAAAHEHHEEEEEHHAHAAHAAAAAA!!!!"
That last comment really pissed her off. She picked up the tickle-machines, that had tortured Jodie so horribly during the night, and strapped back on her feet.
"NO!!! PLEASE!!!!" Jodie at last broke down and begged.
"Until you learn to respect your tickle-master, you will wear these on your beautiful feet. Madonna knelt down, and started to lick each of Jodie's wiggling, ticklish toes.
"HAAAHWHWWHAAAA!!! STOP LICKING MY TOES!!!!HAHAHAAAHEHEEEE!!!!"
Madonna did just that after 10 minutes, strapped the machines to her bare feet, and switched them on.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!WHOOOHOOOAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! MY FEET!!!! HAHAAAAHHHEHEHEEH!!! TICKLES!!!! MY FEET!!!! MY FEET!!!! MY FEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEET!!!!! HAAHAAHAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!"
Jodie's eyes went wide as Madonna walked towards the door.
"Those machines will tickle your feet for the next couple of hours. Think about that the next time you mouth off."
Madonna left the room, and could still hear Jodie's tortured squeals of ticklish agony. Her vagina was moist, and she wanted to run upstairs and relieve it, but Gwen was waiting.
"Wake up Gwen."
Gwen awoke with a sudden jerk. A different room. And when she saw how she was tied, she knew what was in store for her. Gwen Stefani wiggled her ticklish little toes helplessly as Madonna aproached her.
"Good morning Gwen. Ready for toe-tal tickle torture?" Madonna asked and cackled like a cartoon supervillain.
"NO!!! NOT MY FEET!!! PLEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..........."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Madonna's Tickle Chamber 5 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber V
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAAAAAA!!!! PLEASE!!!!! EHEHEHEHEHEEEEHAHAAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!
Gwen Stefani was screaming in ticklish agony. Madonna had been tickling her feet for quite a while now, and the way she was tied up, the only movement allowed was wiggling her toes. And boy, did they wiggle. Madonna began teasing, which made the torture all the more unbearable.
"Oh, do you like this?? Do you like the the little keetchies??"
"NO!!!! HAHAHAAAAHHEHHEEEEEEE!!!! I HA..AHAHAHAAAAAA..HATE THIS!!!! HAHAHAHAAAHEHEEHEEHEEEEE!!!!!"
Madonna began dragging a hairbrush up and down Gwen's baby soft feet. The tough bristles made Gwen's eyes open wide and her mouth twist into a torturous, gaping scream.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! NO!! NO!!!! STOP!!!!HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEHEEEEEE!!!!! DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!!!!! NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHAAAHEHEEEEEEE!!!!
Gwen Stefani screamed and laughed and begged for mercy, the whole time she was feeling a pressure building in her bladder. She was sure that if she didn't escape this hell soon, she would pee all over herself. Just then, she felt fingers tickling her toes. She looked down and saw Madonna's face, grinning evily, and then she screamed out in laughter.
"AAAAAAAHAHAHAAAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! NOT MY TOES!!!! NOT MY TICKLISH TOES!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEE!!! OH!! OHHHH!!!!HOOOHOHOHHOHHHOOOHAAHAHAAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!HE
HEEEEEHEEHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! HELP!!!!!!!
Madonna kept right on tickling. "Ohhh, you have some really ticklish toes. I just had to tickle them, they were so cute wiggling like that. Tickle, tickle, tickle." Madonna was becoming more and more of a sadistic tickling bitch. And it was making her hot. She felt a red hot tingling in her vagina. Gwen was still feeling the pressure on her bladder and thought it was going to break when the tickling abruptly stopped.
"haaa...ohhhh..heeeee....thank god...ohhhhh thank god." Gwen was gasping, trembling and drenched in sweat. Her feet were twitching.
Madonna stared at gwen's feet. Her eyes moved up and down.
"You know something Ms. Gwen Stefani? You have gorgeous feet. How do they taste?" Madonna asked with a wicked smile.
"WH...what do you mean?" Gwen asked with white hot fear. Just then she felt the material girl's tounge slide straight up her bare, ticklish soles. Gwen Stefani went totally berserk.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!!HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! STOP!!!!! STOP!!!! stop!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAAAHEHEEEEEEE!!!!"
Madonna kept on licking, nibbling and sucking on Gwen's soles. Madonna had always loved feet, and although Gwen's feet weren't as nice as Jodie Foster's, they were still good enough to eat. Gwen pleaded helplessly.
"PLEASE!!!! STOP IT!!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! OHHHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!! HAHAHAAAAHHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!"
Madonna didn't lsten to her pleas. Instead she moved her mouth up to Gwen's toes and began sucking on each one individualy. Each time she sucked on one of Gwen's toes, she used her teeth to add to the tickling. Gwen was totally out of control by this point.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!! MY TOES!!!!! HAHAHAAAAHEHEEEEEEEE!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!! OH PLEASE STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHEEHEEEEEEWHEEEEEEE!!!
!"
And then it happened. Gwen Stefani, unable to bear the tickling any longer, wet herself. Her face turned beet red from embarrasment, while at the same time she was racked with insane ticklish laughter. Madonna also couldn't handle the sensation's any longer. Her vagina throbbed and she needed to go upstairs and relieve it or she'd explode. She stopped sucking Gwen's toes, and strapped 2 more tickling machines to her feet. Gwen screamed as she felt bristles vibrate all over her ticklish feet.
"WHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HAHEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!! NO MORE!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHEHHEEEEEE!!!!"
Madonna just shot up and ran out of the room. Witout bothering to close the door, she headed for the stairs. She could still hear Jodie Foster's torured screams in the hallway. She had also had those tickle machines strapped to her feet. Hearing Gwen's and Jodie's ticklish giggles, Madonna ran upstairs. Without even closing the door that went down into her Tickle Chamber, she ran in her bedroom, grabbed her vibrator and went about the task of having an orgasm. Just then, she heard the front door open.
"Madonna? Hello? Are you home?"
Madonna ran out and saw her good friend, Gwyneth Paltrow standing there with a suitcase.
"Gwyneth?? What are you doing here??" Madonna asked.
"I'm sorry, but my flight to L.A. got canceled and i remembered when you gave me this extra key and said i could stop by when ever i wanted, so i figured i'd take you up on the offer. I hope it's alright."
"Ummm, sure. yeah. uhhh, can i get you something to drink?" Madonna asked.
"Sure, thanks. If you have some bottled water, that'd be great." Gwyneth sat down on the couch.
"Yeah. I'll be right back." Madonna went into the kitchen to get some water. How was she supposed to continue her tickle games with a houseguest. She would have to think of something. Just then, she remembered the open door leading into the chamber. She ran back out into the living room and saw that Gwyneth was gone. Her heart jumped in her throat as she ran donwstairs. She ran into the foot-tickling room, just as Gwyneth had gotten one of Gwen's arms loose. The tickle machines that tortured her sweet feet were also shut off.
"NOOOO!!!! KEEP HER AWAY FROM ME!!!! SHE'LL TICKLE ME AGAIN!!!!!" Gwen screamed in fear and anger, swinging her loose arm back and forth.
"Madonna!!! What the hell are you doing here? Gwen said you've been tickling her for days??? Kidnapping??? are you crazy?? Ican hear someone else laughing down the hallway. What the hell???" Gwyneth asked her freind.
At that moment Madonna produced the spray, sprayed Gwyneth and she fell to the floor. Then she walked toward Gwen. Just then, Gwen reached out with her free arm and grabbed the spray. Madonna began to struggle with her captive. Madonna thought she might lose. Gwen was really strong and she was desperate to end this hell. She managed to turn the spray around and, pointed at Madonna's lovely face, she pressed down. Madonna jerked her head out of the way, although she couldn't help getting a fine mist right in the face. She started to feel dizzy and light headed and her grip loosened on the spray. But just before she lost this battle, she jabbed a wiggling finger into Gwen Stefani's outstretched underarm. Gwen sqeuled and clutched her arm to her side, dropping the spay in the process. Madonna took the spray and quickly sparyed Gwen. Ms. Stfani was out cold. Madonna took a few steps back, still dizzy from the spray, and tried to clear her head. When she did, she looked down at Gwyneth. An evil smile curled on her lips. And then she spoke, to no one in particular.
"Gwen Stefani. Jodie Foster. Jennifer Anniston. And now Gwyneth Paltrow. I'm in tickle-heaven!!!" Madonna giggled. Things were now going to get very interesting.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Madonna's Tickle Chamber 6 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber VI
Starring
Madonna
Gwyneth Paltrow
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
&
Jennifer Anniston
"Wake up, Gwyny. Rise and shine." Madonna was gently patting Gwyneth Paltrow on the arm, trying to wake her. Gwyneth was slowly starting to open her eyes. "W..what's going on?" she asked drowsily.
"Well, you stumbled onto something you shouldn't have, and now you must pay the price for your nosiness."
When Gwyneth finally awaked, she realized she was naked, except for a little pair of panties. She was also tied down to a table. Arms spread and above her head, and legs spread eagle, secured at the ankles. She couldn't move. Not an inch. She remembred Gwen Stefani, and the other gales of insane laughter she herad in Madonn's modified basement and started to shiver. She was damn ticklish, but she was also tough and at this moment she was pretty pissed off. If she was to be tickled, she wasn't going to give Madonna the satisfaction of thinking it was killing her. Just then, she spoke up.
"Madonna? What the hell is this? Why are you doing this?"
"Why am i doing what?" Madonna asked innocently.
"Kidnapping people and tickle-torturing them!! Have you lost your mind?!?!"
"I tickle people because it feels good here". Madonna rubbed a massaging hand across her vagina. "And now Gwyneth, get ready to be tickled."
Madonna smiled wickedly, Gwyneth drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. That's when she felt a feather being slowly dragged across her breasts and tummy. Gwyneth let out a small set of giggles.
"Heeeheheeeeee."
"Tickles, doesn't it?" Madonna asked, still twirling the feather around her midsection.
"Go to hell, heeeeheheeeeeee."
"Awww, such language. Hmmm, i wonder if this feathery little tickler can tickle your underarms. Let's see." Madonna began to run 2 feathers up and down the hollows of the Oscar winner's underarms.
"HAAA!!!HEHEEEHAAAA!!!" Gwyneth was horribly ticklish, especially under her arms, but she was determined not to give in.
"You seem really ticklish here." Just then, Madonna dropped the feathers and dove all ten fingers in a kamikaze tickle attack on Gwyneth Paltrow's underarms. Gwyneth went berserk.
"HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEE!!!!! OHHHHHHOHOHHHOOOOOO!!!! Y..YOU BITCH!!! HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEE!!!!" Gwyneth's head rocked from side to side as Madonn's fingers manipulated the ticklish flesh in her underarms.
"Tickle tickle tickle!!! i knew you were ticklish!! I could keep this up for hours!!" Madonna yelled gleefully.
"HAHAAAAAHEHEEEEEEEE!!!! (GASP) HAHAHAAHAAHEHEEEEEE!!!!"
The material girl continued to torture Gwyneth's ticklish underarms for a few minutes, becoming increasingly annoyed at her lack of begging and pleading, before stopping and eyeing her belly button.
"You know, you have a cute little tummy. Is it ticklish?"
"(gasp) Like i said before, GO TO HELL!!!!" Gwyneth tried to sound tough and defiant, but the underarm torture had really done a number on her and her tummy was even more ticklish. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out without begging her to stop, or perhaps even wetting herself. Madonna slid down to her belly button and began to wiggle her index finger inside the sweet abyss. Gwyneth nearly lost it!
" WHAHAHAAAAAAHHEHEHEEEEEEHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAA
A!!!!!"
"Ticklish belly button!!!! Kitchy kitchycooooooo!!!!"
"WHEHEHEEEEHHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!OHHOOOHOOOO!!!!!"
"Beg for me. Beg for me to stop. Now." Madonna said these last words as icily as a cartoon supervillain.
"Why don't you kiss my ass, and we'll talk." was Gwyneth's response. Madonna looked at her, angry and frustrated and slammed her face down on her tummy where she snaked her tounge in and out of her belly-button. Gwyneth thought she might break, but just laughed like a hyena.
"HAHAHAAAAAAHEHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!OH GOD!!!! HAHAHEHEHEEEEEEEHHAHAWHOOOOOOOWHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEE
EEEEHAHAAAAAA!!!!!"
Madonna continued licking and licking, all the while feeling the burning juices gathering in her vagina. She started to blow rasberries and slipped her fingers into the delicate skin of Gwyneth Paltrow's inner thighs, squeezing and poking. This method of attack was too much for her, and despite all of her attempts, she was broken.
" WHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHHHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
PLEASE!!!!! STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEEHEHEHEEHAHAAAAA
!!! DON'T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!!!!!!HAHAHAAAAHEHHEHEEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! I'M TICKLISH!!!!! I'M SOOOOOOOO TICKLISH!!!!! HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!!! NO MORE!!!!! PLEASE!!!!HEHEHEEEEHEHEHAHHAHAAAAA!!!!!" Gwyneth screamed and pleaded. The rasberries being blown on her tummy, and the probing fingers in her inner thighs had drove her mad. Madonna smiled at this.
"I knew you'd beg me. Just a matter of time really." Madonna continued her maddening assault for at least another 20 minutes. Gwyneth holwed and thrashed. When she was done, she looked down at Gwyneth and admired her tickle-torured state. She was covered in sweat,her long blond hair was matted to her face, and her body slightly quaked with tickle-aftershocks. Madonna felt her knees weaken and knew she had to get upstairs. She looked pleasingly at gwyneth and said, "I might finally have one, thanks to you."
"Have what?" Gwyneth asked breathlessly.
"Nothing. Go to sleep, tickle-toy." Madonna sprayed that same dammned gas in her face, and Gwyneth Paltrow was out. Madonna put a hand into her pants, and ran upsatirs.
Madonna was really proud of herself. She still wasn't satisfied, but she was proud. She had 4 of the most beautiful women in the world as her tickle captives, and now she had them all in one room. That's right. Madonna had been renovating again. She decided it was time that they woke up. she woke them all up one by one. Once awake, they were shocked to find out who else had become a captive of the tickle crazed Madonna.
"What the hell?!?!" was Jodie Foster's response.
"Oh my god!" said a panic stricken Gwen Stefani.
"You godamn bitch!!" roared Gwyneth Paltrow.
"Oh my" said an incredibly ticklish Jennifer Anniston.
They were all in a sitting position, arms strapped above their heads and feet secured by ankle clamps that kept them 5 inches apart for easy access to thigh tickling. There were feathers on the walls, and they were all naked. Madonna approached them with an evil, almost crazy glint in her eye.
"You're all mine. All of you. Your lives are over. Your carrees are over. You now exist to be my personal tickle slaves." Madonna approached them and began to tickle all 4 of them mercillesly. The laughter could be heard for hours. Madonna thought she had it all figured out. But within the next few weeks, Madonna would learn a few things about herself. And Gwen, Jodie, Jennifer, &, Gwyneth would learn the same. This ain't over. Not by a longshot.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
Madonna's Tickle Chamber IV
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Forster
&
Jennifer Aniston
Madonna had slept peacefully. Very peacefuly, in fact. Much more peacefuly than Gwen, Jodie and Jennifer. Jodie had those tickle-machines strapped to her feet. The bristles, feathers and pokers had tortured her poor tootsies beyond description. They shut-off during the night. But not for a few, long hours. The same could be said for Jennifer Aniston. The tickle sheet she was in, with it's thousands of vibrating feathers had come close to taking her sanity during the course of the night. But she passed out long before the sheet stopped. She lay there, in fact, with her teeth gritted into some deranged smile. And as for Gwen. Lovely Gwen Stefani. The leather girdle Madonna had strapped to her was a miracle of modern science. It seemed as if were desinged to tickle her to death. Her tummy was already tender to the touch, but this devil-machine, with it's tickling, sucking and vibrating massage on her tummy, was enough to make her mind snap. It finally stopped, just like the others, but not before Gwen was tickled to the point of exhaustin. When it finally stopped, Gwen just giggled silently, still feeling phantom little tickles. She finally passed out and slept. But even then, she wasn't safe. For you see, Gwen Stefani now had nightmares of tickle torture. But, i guess, dreamed up tickle torture was better than real tickle torture.
It seemed to the 3 captives, that they were in this Tickle-Chamber for days on end. In truth, it was only 24 hours. Madonna was just getting out of the shower upstairs. She felt the urge in her crotch, and decided to start the day off early. There was one thing, though. It was time for the 3 beauties to switch rooms. Madonna did this while they were passed out. And now, it was time for fun!
"Wake up, Jenny."
"Mmph". Jennifer didn't seem like she was waking up.
"Wake up, i said!!" Madonna now seemed angry. Jennifer shot awake at the booming sound of her tormentors voice.
"W..where am i?" She was in a different position and a different room. Arms up, forearms behind her head, feet under butt. Jennifer was going to be tummy-tickled.
Madonna didn't answer. She just asked, "Does this tickle?" and poked her in her underarm.
"YEEEES!!!! PLEASE!!! DON'T!!! NOT AGAIN!!!". Jennifer screamed, already figuring out what was in store for her.
"You have a nice tummy. And nice, smooth underarms." Madonna advanced on her menacingly. Jennifer, unable to move an inch, felt goose-bumps forming on her naked flesh.
Just then, Madonna dove all 10 fingers into Jennifer's ribs. The effect was amazing. Jennifer let out one loud shriek, then laughed musicaly, in spite of herself.
"EEEEEEEEEEEKK!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! STOP IT!!!!HEHEHEEEHEEHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!HAHAAHAHAAHEHEEEEE!!!!"
"I know!!!" Madonna was giggling along with her. All the while poking her ribcage, and kneading her flesh.
"PLEHHEEEHEEASE!!!! STOPIT!!!HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEEHEHEAHAA!!!! WHY ARE..AAHAHAHAHHEHEEEEEEE...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??!?!?!"
"Because you're ticklish!!! And beautiful. And because i want to." Madonna said that last part with a ceartain coldness. She then moved her wiggling fingers up to Jennifer's underarms. She stroked them, up and down, up and down for a few minutes, causing Jennifer to giggle like a little girl.
"HEEHEEEEHEHEEEEE!!! TICKLES!!!!HAHAHAHEHEEEEEE!!!"
Madonna grinned, then jabbed her fingers into the hollows of Jennifer's armpits. Jennifer would've flown through the ceiling, if she could move at all.
"WHAAAA!! WAAAHHAAAAAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!! THAT TIC..HEHEHEAHAHAAAAA!!! THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH!!!!HAHAHAAAAAA!!!"
Madonna just smiled and stared Jennifer in the eyes the entire time. She tickled her underarms, for what seemed like an eternity, then fixed her gaze upon her tummy.
"Such a lovely and ticklish tummy." Madonna said to no one in particular.
"Wha...what are you going to do?" Jennifer, drenched in sweat and still reeling from the underarm tickling was obviously scared. Just then, Madonna raised her face and stared at her. A grin appeared on her face and Madonna grabbed hold of her back and let loose one of the loudest rasberries anyone had ever heard. Jennifer went nuts!!
"WHOOOHOOOHAHAHAAAAA~~~ WHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHEHEHEHEEEE!!! THAT TICKLES SOOOOOO MUCH!!!! STOP IT PLEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEHAHAHAAASE!!!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHEHEHHEEEEEE!!!"
Madonna just kept blowing. This went on for quite a while. When she wasn't blowing on Jennifer's tummy, she was poking at it.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle!! Does my lil' Jen like the keetchies?" She asked in a cute, little girls voice.
"NO!! I HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! CAN'T STANDAHAHAAHAAAAAATHETICKLING!!!!HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHHE
EEEEE!!"
Madonna couldn't help herself. She stuck out her tounge and licked Jennifer's belly-button. This must've been a severly ticklish spot, because Jennifer couldn't even choke out the laughter.
"HAAA!!! WHEEEHAHAAAA!!!" She giggled, gasped for air and squinted her eyes shut. She thought her head was going to explode. Just then, Madonna sprayed her with the famous spray. Jennifer was unconcious. Madonna kissed her delectable belly-button, and left the room. Jodie Foster was waiting.
Jodie had awakened some time ago. Her aems were spread out above her head, and her ankles were tied together. She saw feathers all over the room. Then the door opened.
"Hi Jodie. Did you miss me?" Madonna asked sarcaticly.
Jodie didn't answer her. Just looked away. She knew she was going to be tickled, but she didn't want to give Madonna the satisfaction of showing any fear, which, of course, she was.
"Ever been stroked all over your naked body with a feather?" Madonna asked, brandishing a huge peacock feather. Again, no response from Jodie. Madonna walked right up to her.
"Just like this..." She trailed off as she ran the feather lightly, up and down over Jodie's body. Jodie got the shivers. It tickled all right, not enough to laugh out loud, btu if it kept up like this for too long, she feared she'd go insane. She bit her lip to supress a giggle.
"Tickle tickle tickle." Madonna whispered.
"hee." That was all Jodie could say. Then Madonna turned the feather around and drew circles with the quills in Jodie's underarms.
"HAHAAAAA!!!! YOU BITCH!!!!HAHAHAAAHAHEHEEEE!!!"
"Awww, i knew this would tickle." Madonna said, as she picked up a second feather and began the same proscess in both underarms at the sane time. Jodie was screaming.
"AAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEEEHEHE!!!!"
Madonna feathered Jodie's body for a good hour. Teasing her the whole time.
"Do the feathers tickle, dear? They look awfully tickly and feathery. Tickle tickle tickle!!"
"HAHAHAAAAAA!!! SCRE.....SCREW YOU!!!! HAHAAAAHEHHEEEEEHHAHAAHAAAAAA!!!!"
That last comment really pissed her off. She picked up the tickle-machines, that had tortured Jodie so horribly during the night, and strapped back on her feet.
"NO!!! PLEASE!!!!" Jodie at last broke down and begged.
"Until you learn to respect your tickle-master, you will wear these on your beautiful feet. Madonna knelt down, and started to lick each of Jodie's wiggling, ticklish toes.
"HAAAHWHWWHAAAA!!! STOP LICKING MY TOES!!!!HAHAHAAAHEHEEEE!!!!"
Madonna did just that after 10 minutes, strapped the machines to her bare feet, and switched them on.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!WHOOOHOOOAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! MY FEET!!!! HAHAAAAHHHEHEHEEH!!! TICKLES!!!! MY FEET!!!! MY FEET!!!! MY FEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEET!!!!! HAAHAAHAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!"
Jodie's eyes went wide as Madonna walked towards the door.
"Those machines will tickle your feet for the next couple of hours. Think about that the next time you mouth off."
Madonna left the room, and could still hear Jodie's tortured squeals of ticklish agony. Her vagina was moist, and she wanted to run upstairs and relieve it, but Gwen was waiting.
"Wake up Gwen."
Gwen awoke with a sudden jerk. A different room. And when she saw how she was tied, she knew what was in store for her. Gwen Stefani wiggled her ticklish little toes helplessly as Madonna aproached her.
"Good morning Gwen. Ready for toe-tal tickle torture?" Madonna asked and cackled like a cartoon supervillain.
"NO!!! NOT MY FEET!!! PLEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..........."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Madonna's Tickle Chamber 5 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber V
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAAAAAA!!!! PLEASE!!!!! EHEHEHEHEHEEEEHAHAAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!
Gwen Stefani was screaming in ticklish agony. Madonna had been tickling her feet for quite a while now, and the way she was tied up, the only movement allowed was wiggling her toes. And boy, did they wiggle. Madonna began teasing, which made the torture all the more unbearable.
"Oh, do you like this?? Do you like the the little keetchies??"
"NO!!!! HAHAHAAAAHHEHHEEEEEEE!!!! I HA..AHAHAHAAAAAA..HATE THIS!!!! HAHAHAHAAAHEHEEHEEHEEEEE!!!!!"
Madonna began dragging a hairbrush up and down Gwen's baby soft feet. The tough bristles made Gwen's eyes open wide and her mouth twist into a torturous, gaping scream.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! NO!! NO!!!! STOP!!!!HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEHEEEEEE!!!!! DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!!!!! NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHAAAHEHEEEEEEE!!!!
Gwen Stefani screamed and laughed and begged for mercy, the whole time she was feeling a pressure building in her bladder. She was sure that if she didn't escape this hell soon, she would pee all over herself. Just then, she felt fingers tickling her toes. She looked down and saw Madonna's face, grinning evily, and then she screamed out in laughter.
"AAAAAAAHAHAHAAAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! NOT MY TOES!!!! NOT MY TICKLISH TOES!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEE!!! OH!! OHHHH!!!!HOOOHOHOHHOHHHOOOHAAHAHAAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!HE
HEEEEEHEEHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! HELP!!!!!!!
Madonna kept right on tickling. "Ohhh, you have some really ticklish toes. I just had to tickle them, they were so cute wiggling like that. Tickle, tickle, tickle." Madonna was becoming more and more of a sadistic tickling bitch. And it was making her hot. She felt a red hot tingling in her vagina. Gwen was still feeling the pressure on her bladder and thought it was going to break when the tickling abruptly stopped.
"haaa...ohhhh..heeeee....thank god...ohhhhh thank god." Gwen was gasping, trembling and drenched in sweat. Her feet were twitching.
Madonna stared at gwen's feet. Her eyes moved up and down.
"You know something Ms. Gwen Stefani? You have gorgeous feet. How do they taste?" Madonna asked with a wicked smile.
"WH...what do you mean?" Gwen asked with white hot fear. Just then she felt the material girl's tounge slide straight up her bare, ticklish soles. Gwen Stefani went totally berserk.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!!HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! STOP!!!!! STOP!!!! stop!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAAAHEHEEEEEEE!!!!"
Madonna kept on licking, nibbling and sucking on Gwen's soles. Madonna had always loved feet, and although Gwen's feet weren't as nice as Jodie Foster's, they were still good enough to eat. Gwen pleaded helplessly.
"PLEASE!!!! STOP IT!!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! OHHHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!! HAHAHAAAAHHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!"
Madonna didn't lsten to her pleas. Instead she moved her mouth up to Gwen's toes and began sucking on each one individualy. Each time she sucked on one of Gwen's toes, she used her teeth to add to the tickling. Gwen was totally out of control by this point.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!! MY TOES!!!!! HAHAHAAAAHEHEEEEEEEE!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!! OH PLEASE STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHEEHEEEEEEWHEEEEEEE!!!
!"
And then it happened. Gwen Stefani, unable to bear the tickling any longer, wet herself. Her face turned beet red from embarrasment, while at the same time she was racked with insane ticklish laughter. Madonna also couldn't handle the sensation's any longer. Her vagina throbbed and she needed to go upstairs and relieve it or she'd explode. She stopped sucking Gwen's toes, and strapped 2 more tickling machines to her feet. Gwen screamed as she felt bristles vibrate all over her ticklish feet.
"WHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HAHEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!! NO MORE!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHEHHEEEEEE!!!!"
Madonna just shot up and ran out of the room. Witout bothering to close the door, she headed for the stairs. She could still hear Jodie Foster's torured screams in the hallway. She had also had those tickle machines strapped to her feet. Hearing Gwen's and Jodie's ticklish giggles, Madonna ran upstairs. Without even closing the door that went down into her Tickle Chamber, she ran in her bedroom, grabbed her vibrator and went about the task of having an orgasm. Just then, she heard the front door open.
"Madonna? Hello? Are you home?"
Madonna ran out and saw her good friend, Gwyneth Paltrow standing there with a suitcase.
"Gwyneth?? What are you doing here??" Madonna asked.
"I'm sorry, but my flight to L.A. got canceled and i remembered when you gave me this extra key and said i could stop by when ever i wanted, so i figured i'd take you up on the offer. I hope it's alright."
"Ummm, sure. yeah. uhhh, can i get you something to drink?" Madonna asked.
"Sure, thanks. If you have some bottled water, that'd be great." Gwyneth sat down on the couch.
"Yeah. I'll be right back." Madonna went into the kitchen to get some water. How was she supposed to continue her tickle games with a houseguest. She would have to think of something. Just then, she remembered the open door leading into the chamber. She ran back out into the living room and saw that Gwyneth was gone. Her heart jumped in her throat as she ran donwstairs. She ran into the foot-tickling room, just as Gwyneth had gotten one of Gwen's arms loose. The tickle machines that tortured her sweet feet were also shut off.
"NOOOO!!!! KEEP HER AWAY FROM ME!!!! SHE'LL TICKLE ME AGAIN!!!!!" Gwen screamed in fear and anger, swinging her loose arm back and forth.
"Madonna!!! What the hell are you doing here? Gwen said you've been tickling her for days??? Kidnapping??? are you crazy?? Ican hear someone else laughing down the hallway. What the hell???" Gwyneth asked her freind.
At that moment Madonna produced the spray, sprayed Gwyneth and she fell to the floor. Then she walked toward Gwen. Just then, Gwen reached out with her free arm and grabbed the spray. Madonna began to struggle with her captive. Madonna thought she might lose. Gwen was really strong and she was desperate to end this hell. She managed to turn the spray around and, pointed at Madonna's lovely face, she pressed down. Madonna jerked her head out of the way, although she couldn't help getting a fine mist right in the face. She started to feel dizzy and light headed and her grip loosened on the spray. But just before she lost this battle, she jabbed a wiggling finger into Gwen Stefani's outstretched underarm. Gwen sqeuled and clutched her arm to her side, dropping the spay in the process. Madonna took the spray and quickly sparyed Gwen. Ms. Stfani was out cold. Madonna took a few steps back, still dizzy from the spray, and tried to clear her head. When she did, she looked down at Gwyneth. An evil smile curled on her lips. And then she spoke, to no one in particular.
"Gwen Stefani. Jodie Foster. Jennifer Anniston. And now Gwyneth Paltrow. I'm in tickle-heaven!!!" Madonna giggled. Things were now going to get very interesting.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Madonna's Tickle Chamber 6 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber VI
Starring
Madonna
Gwyneth Paltrow
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
&
Jennifer Anniston
"Wake up, Gwyny. Rise and shine." Madonna was gently patting Gwyneth Paltrow on the arm, trying to wake her. Gwyneth was slowly starting to open her eyes. "W..what's going on?" she asked drowsily.
"Well, you stumbled onto something you shouldn't have, and now you must pay the price for your nosiness."
When Gwyneth finally awaked, she realized she was naked, except for a little pair of panties. She was also tied down to a table. Arms spread and above her head, and legs spread eagle, secured at the ankles. She couldn't move. Not an inch. She remembred Gwen Stefani, and the other gales of insane laughter she herad in Madonn's modified basement and started to shiver. She was damn ticklish, but she was also tough and at this moment she was pretty pissed off. If she was to be tickled, she wasn't going to give Madonna the satisfaction of thinking it was killing her. Just then, she spoke up.
"Madonna? What the hell is this? Why are you doing this?"
"Why am i doing what?" Madonna asked innocently.
"Kidnapping people and tickle-torturing them!! Have you lost your mind?!?!"
"I tickle people because it feels good here". Madonna rubbed a massaging hand across her vagina. "And now Gwyneth, get ready to be tickled."
Madonna smiled wickedly, Gwyneth drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. That's when she felt a feather being slowly dragged across her breasts and tummy. Gwyneth let out a small set of giggles.
"Heeeheheeeeee."
"Tickles, doesn't it?" Madonna asked, still twirling the feather around her midsection.
"Go to hell, heeeeheheeeeeee."
"Awww, such language. Hmmm, i wonder if this feathery little tickler can tickle your underarms. Let's see." Madonna began to run 2 feathers up and down the hollows of the Oscar winner's underarms.
"HAAA!!!HEHEEEHAAAA!!!" Gwyneth was horribly ticklish, especially under her arms, but she was determined not to give in.
"You seem really ticklish here." Just then, Madonna dropped the feathers and dove all ten fingers in a kamikaze tickle attack on Gwyneth Paltrow's underarms. Gwyneth went berserk.
"HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEE!!!!! OHHHHHHOHOHHHOOOOOO!!!! Y..YOU BITCH!!! HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEE!!!!" Gwyneth's head rocked from side to side as Madonn's fingers manipulated the ticklish flesh in her underarms.
"Tickle tickle tickle!!! i knew you were ticklish!! I could keep this up for hours!!" Madonna yelled gleefully.
"HAHAAAAAHEHEEEEEEEE!!!! (GASP) HAHAHAAHAAHEHEEEEEE!!!!"
The material girl continued to torture Gwyneth's ticklish underarms for a few minutes, becoming increasingly annoyed at her lack of begging and pleading, before stopping and eyeing her belly button.
"You know, you have a cute little tummy. Is it ticklish?"
"(gasp) Like i said before, GO TO HELL!!!!" Gwyneth tried to sound tough and defiant, but the underarm torture had really done a number on her and her tummy was even more ticklish. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out without begging her to stop, or perhaps even wetting herself. Madonna slid down to her belly button and began to wiggle her index finger inside the sweet abyss. Gwyneth nearly lost it!
" WHAHAHAAAAAAHHEHEHEEEEEEHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAA
A!!!!!"
"Ticklish belly button!!!! Kitchy kitchycooooooo!!!!"
"WHEHEHEEEEHHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!OHHOOOHOOOO!!!!!"
"Beg for me. Beg for me to stop. Now." Madonna said these last words as icily as a cartoon supervillain.
"Why don't you kiss my ass, and we'll talk." was Gwyneth's response. Madonna looked at her, angry and frustrated and slammed her face down on her tummy where she snaked her tounge in and out of her belly-button. Gwyneth thought she might break, but just laughed like a hyena.
"HAHAHAAAAAAHEHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!OH GOD!!!! HAHAHEHEHEEEEEEEHHAHAWHOOOOOOOWHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEE
EEEEHAHAAAAAA!!!!!"
Madonna continued licking and licking, all the while feeling the burning juices gathering in her vagina. She started to blow rasberries and slipped her fingers into the delicate skin of Gwyneth Paltrow's inner thighs, squeezing and poking. This method of attack was too much for her, and despite all of her attempts, she was broken.
" WHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHHHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
PLEASE!!!!! STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEEHEHEHEEHAHAAAAA
!!! DON'T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!!!!!!HAHAHAAAAHEHHEHEEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! I'M TICKLISH!!!!! I'M SOOOOOOOO TICKLISH!!!!! HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!!! NO MORE!!!!! PLEASE!!!!HEHEHEEEEHEHEHAHHAHAAAAA!!!!!" Gwyneth screamed and pleaded. The rasberries being blown on her tummy, and the probing fingers in her inner thighs had drove her mad. Madonna smiled at this.
"I knew you'd beg me. Just a matter of time really." Madonna continued her maddening assault for at least another 20 minutes. Gwyneth holwed and thrashed. When she was done, she looked down at Gwyneth and admired her tickle-torured state. She was covered in sweat,her long blond hair was matted to her face, and her body slightly quaked with tickle-aftershocks. Madonna felt her knees weaken and knew she had to get upstairs. She looked pleasingly at gwyneth and said, "I might finally have one, thanks to you."
"Have what?" Gwyneth asked breathlessly.
"Nothing. Go to sleep, tickle-toy." Madonna sprayed that same dammned gas in her face, and Gwyneth Paltrow was out. Madonna put a hand into her pants, and ran upsatirs.
Madonna was really proud of herself. She still wasn't satisfied, but she was proud. She had 4 of the most beautiful women in the world as her tickle captives, and now she had them all in one room. That's right. Madonna had been renovating again. She decided it was time that they woke up. she woke them all up one by one. Once awake, they were shocked to find out who else had become a captive of the tickle crazed Madonna.
"What the hell?!?!" was Jodie Foster's response.
"Oh my god!" said a panic stricken Gwen Stefani.
"You godamn bitch!!" roared Gwyneth Paltrow.
"Oh my" said an incredibly ticklish Jennifer Anniston.
They were all in a sitting position, arms strapped above their heads and feet secured by ankle clamps that kept them 5 inches apart for easy access to thigh tickling. There were feathers on the walls, and they were all naked. Madonna approached them with an evil, almost crazy glint in her eye.
"You're all mine. All of you. Your lives are over. Your carrees are over. You now exist to be my personal tickle slaves." Madonna approached them and began to tickle all 4 of them mercillesly. The laughter could be heard for hours. Madonna thought she had it all figured out. But within the next few weeks, Madonna would learn a few things about herself. And Gwen, Jodie, Jennifer, &, Gwyneth would learn the same. This ain't over. Not by a longshot.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
