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Madonna's Tickle Chamber 13 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XIII
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
"WAKE UP!!!!"
Madonna recognized the screaming voice quickly. It was Gwyneth Paltrow. It was obviously her turn to tickle-torture poor Madonna. She whimpered a bit when she realized her position. She was in a standing position, arms strapped above her head, and her legs were spread eagle and her barefeet were about 4 inches off the floor. Her whole body was naked, bareing her entire ticklish body to torture. Her feet were still tingling from Jodie's foot tickling, but all 4 of them eating peanut butter off her soft tickish feet was just too much. She started to panic slightly, but then Gwyneth spoke up.
"Hey, you. You've been telling some lies, haven't you?"
"I...I don't know what you're talking about." Madonna couldn't even look at Gwyneth as she said this.
"Oh, I think you do. You told Jodie that Gwen was going to tickle all of us and become some sort of tickle-queen. And you also said, quite a few times really, that you weren't ticklish. Now i don't care about that bullshit with Gwen, but i really hate when people lie about being ticklish."
Gwyneth reached into her pocket and walked towards Madonna's naked, bound body. When she saw what Gwyneth was holding, she almost peed right then and there. Gwyneth was holding 2 tickle-buggs. Madonna designed the tickle-buggs herself and had used them time after time to tickle her 4 slaves into near hysteria. Now Madonna was going to feel their torturous tickling firsthand. Madonna used this opportunity to beg for mercy.
"Please, Gwyneth, i'm so sorry for what i did to you. I tried to apologize to Gwen and Jodie, but they wouldn't listen to me. Please have mercy on me!! Please don't use the tickle-buggs on me!!! PLEASE!?!"
"Hee-hee. You're funny. But back to bussiness. Consider this Telling the truth 101." Gwyneth said this just as she attached a tickle-bugg to each of Madonna's smooth, hairless underarms. Madonna's body tingled at the touch of the bristles. Gwyneth held the switch in her hand. At any time she could turn them on and tickle Madonna senselessly.
"Now Madonna, all you have to do is tell the truth and you'll be spared any tickling. Question #1: Are you ticklish?"
"N..NO!" Madonna just couldn't bring herself to say yes.
"Liar." Gwyneth said as she pressed the switch and activated the tickle-buggs. Madonna went berserk.
"HAAAHAHAAAAHAAAAA!!!! PLEASE!!!! HEEEEHEHEEEEE!!!! TURN THEM OFF!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!MERCY!!!! MERCY!!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Madonna was in tickle hell. The little bristles vibrated back and forth in her underarms. She thought she was going to lose her mind when Gwyneth turned them off. Madonna had learned the price of lying. Just then, Gwyneth spoke again.
"Are you ticklish?"
"Yes." Madonna dare not lie again.
"Do you like to be tickled?" Gwyneth had a devilish grin on her lips.
"No. I hate it." Madonna was in fact telling the truth.
"Liar". Gwyneth flipped the switch again.
"NOOO!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! OH IT TICKLES!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!!! TURN THEM OFF!!!!!! I WASN'T LYING!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Madonna thrashed and jerked as much as her bonds would allow her as the tickling took her into a new level of hell. The tickle-buggs were driving her bonkers. Her underarms were probalbly the most ticklish part of her ticklish body. Just then, the tickling stopped and Gwyneth spoke again.
"Do you like to be tickled?"
Madonna swallowed her pride and said, "yes". It wasn't true, but it seemed to satve off the tickling.
"Ok. Now we're gonna see if you remember this." Gwyneth said as she moved toward the back of the room. Just then, the door opened and Jennifer Aniston walked in.
"Hello." Jennifer said as she stared at Madonna's lovely naked body. Madonna understood at once what she had to do. She didn't want to do it, but right now, she had no other choices. It seemed no matter what she did, she was going to be tickled, so she decided to just try and make it easier on herself.
"Jennifer, i'm very ticklish. I like to be tickled. Would you please tickle me." Gwyneth giggled to herself in the back of the room. Jennifer picked up a long peacock feather and slid it down Madonna's tummy. Her giggling made her breasts shake.
"HEEEEE!!! HEEEEHAHAAAA!!!" Madonna was gigling helplessly just as Gwyneth picked upo another feather and ran it lightly down Madonna's backside. Now she had two feathers tickling her front and back. She just about peed from the sensation.
"HAHAYAHAHHAAAAAA!!!!! STOP IT!!!! THOSE FEATHERS!!!! HEHEHEEEEEHAHAAHAHAAAA!!!!"
Jennifer started to whisper. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle." Madonna gigled like a child as both feathers tickled her into a fit. Just then, Jennifer and Gwyneth caught each others eyes and dropped the feathers. Madonna's momentary respite was destroyed when Jennifer grabbed both of Madonna's breasts while Gwyneth hooked her fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. They began to wiggle their fingers. Madonna's eyes went wide as this new tickling took her to a different level of ticklishness.
"NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOWHOOOOOOOOHOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!
DON'T TICKLE MY ASS!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! OOOOOOOOHHHH, MY TITS!!!!! THEY TICKLE!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHOOOOHOOOOHOOOWHOOOOO!!!
! HEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Madonna giggled and begged for almost half-an-hour as her tits and ass were severely tickle tortured. They took turns tickling her soft feet, and giving her rasberries on her incredibly ticklish tummy. They made Madonna say things like, "I'm a ticklish lil' thing", and please tickle me until i cum." Madonna was just about to pass out from the tickling just as Jennifer whispered something into Gwyneth's ear.
"Are you sure?" Gwyneth asked Jennifer with a concerned expression.
"Hell yeah!!! It'l be fun, and you know she likes it."
"Ok. If you're sure." Gwyneth said with grin. Madonna, who's whole body was drenched in sweat was in terror. She had no idea what they were talking about, but just then she saw something she never would've thought. Jennifer Aniston removed her shirt, exposing her breasts, and held her arms way up over her head. Gwyneth picked up a feather and began to stroke Jennifer's naked chest and tummy. She was tickling her, and Jennifer stood there keeping her arms up. Enjoying every second of it. Madonna's vagina was inflamed.
"HHEEEEHEHEEEE!!! THIS IS FUN!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!! MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! TICKLE MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! HAHAHAHAAAA!!!" Jennifer had obviously grown to like being tickled. She laughed and giggled and begged for more as Gwyneth danced the feather all over her body. Twirling it in her bellybutton, Jennifer almost pulled her arms down. But she kept them up and relished the tickling. Madonna realized what they were doing. They were torturing her in a different way. All she wanted to do was masturbate while watching Gwyneth tickle Jennifer with the feather, but since she was tied, she could do no more than get frustrated. Just then, Gwyneth slipped one of Madonna's vibrators into Madonna's vagina and pushed the switch for Max.power.
"HHAAAAAAAA!!!!! TICKLE ME MORE!!!!!HAAAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Begged Jennifer as the vibrator brought the most pleasurable sensations on Madonna.
Gwyneth dropped the feather and plunged her fingers into Jennifer's armpits and tickled her to the ground. Madonna watched all this as the vibrator began to bring her pleasure. She felt like she was just about to cum, when Jennifer and Gwyneth pulled the vibrator out and plunged 20 fingers into Madonna ribcage. Madonna went ape-shit.
" OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!HAHAHHAHA
AAAAAHEHEHEEHHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! NO MORE!!! STOP!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!! OH NO....HAHHAAA...UHHHHHHH...OOOOHHHHH....HEHEHEHEEHAHAAA...UUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Madonna was laughing and moaning at the same time. Her breath was heaving out of her in waves, and she felt the giant internal tickle start firts in her vagina and then going up into her stomach. It was upon her. Tickle-gasm time. She woulkd belong fully to her 4 torturers. Just then, she took a face full of the gas. And she was out. Just like that.
Several hours later, Madonna woke up. She took sometime to clear her eyes, and looked down in horror at herself. She was laying down on a rack. Her arms were stratched out, above her head, legs spreadeagle, feet bare. But there was something else. She was in her old Virgin costume. They had dressed her like she was 20 years old again. But there was more. Her belt buckle no longer said Boy Toy. It now said Tickle Toy. She felt like crying when she saw Gwen Stefani, Jodie Foster, Jennifer Aniston and Gwyneth Paltrow slowly walking towards her wiggling their fingers and chanting, "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE" over and over again. Madonna's head went blank and she said the only thing she could think of to say.
"Please tickle me. I'm very ticklish. Ticklish. Tickle. Tickle. Ticklish."
Pretty soon, the words "Madonna" and "Gang-Tickle" would forever be linked together.
TO BE CONCLUDED.....
Madonna's Tickle Chamber 14 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XIV:
The Last Laugh
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
It had all been so easy. Kidnap some beautiful women, and tickle-torture them to insanity. For someone with a massive tickling and foot-fetish, like Madonna, it was too beautiful a plan to contemplate. But she had gone through with it and, for a while, everything went according to plan. Gwen, Jodie, Jennifer and Gwyneth were all demeaned and humiliated through The Material Girl's ticklish desires. Jennifer even grew to like being tied up and tickled beyond all control. But now things were very different, weren't they? Oh yes. Right now things were very different. Somewhere along the way, the tables had turned. And then it was Madonna who was at the mercy of merciless ticklers. She knew she had no hope for survival. They would just continue to tickle her until she died laughing. She was sure that was it. Kill her with tickling. But they were after something else. Revenge? Sure. Humiliation? Without a doubt. Arousal? Well, Gwen was starting to become amazingly aroused by tickling Madonna. But there was one main thing they had wanted. Gwyneth had relayed the story about how, back in '85, Joan Jett had met a cocky Madonna in Manhattan, and how she had tickled her until her entire body quaked and exploded into what she had called, a "Tickle-gasm." That's what they were after. Give Madonna a "Tickle-gasm." They were intent on doing it. And now with Madonna tied down, dressed in her old virgin costume, the Boy-Toy belt buckle now replaced with Tickle-Toy, they were going to do it. Wiggling their fingers and brandishing feathers, they approached the helpless superstar.
"Please. Don't tickle me anymore!! I'm so, so, so, sorrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
Madonna's pleading was cut short by Gwen's fingers, which wiggled in her underarm.
"I'm sorry. What was that? Hard to hear with all this laughing." Gwen teased. "Get her, girls!!!!!"
And with that, all 4 girls dove into Madonna's obscenely ticklish body. Gwen and Jennifer handled her underarms and torso, while Gwyneth and Jodie pulled off her shoes and tickled her cute feet. Madonna looked as if lightning had been shot through her body as she convulsed and twisted as much as her bonds would allow. Jodie took great delight in torturing Madonna's feet and toes.
"Tickle tickle tickle!!!! Oh my!! I think she has the most ticklish feet in the world!!" Jodie said as she scrabled her fingers all over her soles. Gwyneth laughed in agreement as she skillfully ran her nails along the sole of Madonn's foot. Madonna was in tears.
"HAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! OH NO..HOOOHOHOHHHHHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEEEE!!!!!"
Gwen got right in Madonna's face and smiled at her as she hooked her fingers into the hollow of her underarms and tickled without mercy. Madonna's underarms were smooth and hairless. And extremely ticklish. Jennifer, wishing slightly that it was her who was being tickled, squeezed, prodded and poked at her rib cage.
"Ohhhhh, that tickles dosen't it? You like it? Don't you?" Gwen never stopped smiling as she said this.
"NO!!! HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! I HAT..AHAHHAAAAAAAAA!!!! I HATE BEING TICKLED!!!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!! STOPSTOPSTOP!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
"She's lying! She loves it! She said it herself. She has a tickle fetish. She likes tickling." Gwyneth gigled as she tickled between each toe on Madonna's foot. Jodie had employed the toe-suck tickle taught to her by Madonna herself. Madonna twisted and bucked and screamed as every tickle spot was tickled beyond imagination. That was when Jennifer, tired of merely tickling her ribs, tore open Madonna's shirt.
"Hmmm, this looks like a nice spot for a rasberry." Jennifer said as she eyed Madonna's legendary belly-button.
"NO!!!! NO!!!! HAHAAHAHAAAAA!!!! NO!!!!!!"
Jennifer blew the loudest rasberry any of them had ever heard squarely on Madonna's tummy. But she didn't stop at one. She did it at least 27 times. Each one sent Madonna into shreiking, maniacle laughter. Now she was gliding her fingertips up and down Madonna's ribs.
"HOOOHOHOOOOHOOOO!!!! I'M SOOOOOO TICKLISH!!!!! STOP!!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAWHOOOHOHOHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HEHEHEEEEEEEEEYAAAAA!!!!!!"
Madonna was covered in sweat and could hardly breathe. She was also losing any desire to beg. It was taking more breath than she could afford to lose. She thought it couldn't get any worse, and then she heard.....
"This is no good. She needs to be naked." Gwen was saying as she picked up the gas and sprayed Madonna right in the face. The last thing she heard before blackness was evil giggling.
As Madonna woke up she realized 2 things. #1. She was tied in a new position. #2. She was blinfolded. She felt cold fear surge through her whole body, which was now naked and terribly ticklish. She was tied in much the same way, except for the fact that her legs were high up in the air and spread eagle. That's when she heard Gwyneth say directly in her ear.....
"I wonder if her ass is ticklish?"
Madonna was about to panic when she felt a feather softly caress her ass cheek. One thing Madonna had always been ashamed of is her ticklish ass. And now she was helpless to stop it from being tickled. She let out a stream of cute, little giggles as the feather swished across her ticklish bottom. Then, all at once, one feather became eight. Eight feathers swishing back and forth her ticklish ass. One was maddeningly teasing her crack. Madonna just about went nuts.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE!!!!! NOT MY ASS!!!!!HAHAHHAAAAAAA!!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!!!HEHEHEEEEEHAHHAHAAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. She felt a couple of the feathers find their way into her vagina.
"Tickle tickle. Ticklish little pussy." Gwen whispered as feathered Madonna's vagina. This was too much. She couldn't take being tickled like this.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! NOT MY PUSSY!!!!! DON'T TICKLE MY PUSSY!!!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHHHHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! HEEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Madonna's sanity began to break as she felt feathers tickle her ass, vagina, and even her nipples. All of her privates were being feathered and she could do nothing to stop it. After a good 10 minutes of this, the girls decided to go in for the kill. They tore off her blindfold and just tickled Madonna like crazy. Every single nook and cranny of Madonna's gorgeous body was invaded by fingers & feathers. Her toes were sucked by all 4 girls and rasberries were blown all over her. And that's when it happened. Madonna went cross eyed, and her pelvis bucked wildly. She let out a strained scream and had a massive tickle-gasm.
"OOOOHHHHHH!!! HAHAHAAA...OOOOOOO...AAAAAAHAHAAAAUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!!! UHHHHHHHHHHOOOHOHOHHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHWHAAHAHAHAHAAAAWAW
AWAWAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHUIHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
The girls looked on in wonder and amazement as Madonna maned, screamed and laughed like a lunatic. Her body bucked wildly and her skin turned red as an apple. Her nipples were like little pellets and her vagina became inflamed and soaked. She had about 3 Tickle-gasms. The last one was so strong that she broke the bonds that held her left hand. After everything was said and done, Madonna was totally out of breath, covered in sweat and whimpering. Then, she mercifully passed out. The girls looked at her unconcious body curiously.
"What should we do now?" Jodie asked.
"I have an idea." said Gwen as she winked at the others.
Madonna awoke tied on her back, arms outstretched abouve her head, legs spread eagle. She looked at the 4 girls with fear and dread in her heart. Gwen spoke for all of them.
"Do you understand what we just did to you?"
"Yes." Madonna answered, trying not to look at any of them.
"What did we do to you?"
"You gave me a tickle-gasm."
"You know we could do this again to you any time we want?"
"Yes."
"You are now our slave. You will lick our feet, suck our toes and pleasure us for the rest of your life. And when we are displeased with you, or just feeling frisky, we will tickle you into a quivering mass of giggles. Do you understand?"
"Y...yes." Madonna answered with more than a little humiliation.
"Well, just to hammer it home, we've taken some of your tickle-buggs and placed them in various parts of your body. 1 under each arm. 4 on each foot. 20 across your tummy. 1 in your pussy and 3 on your ass. Now what do you have to say?"
Madonna's eyes went wide in fear, and she swallowed her pride, took a deep breath and said...
"Please tickle me Miss Gwen. I'm so ticklish."
With that, Gwen smiled and pressed the button that activated them. Madonna broke into an insane laughing tickle fit. That's when Gwen, Jodie, Jennifer and Gwyneth left her alone to think and laugh. The 4 happy girls went upstairs into Madonna's bedroom to celebrate. They broke out a bottle of champagne and had a grand ole time. Just then, Jennifer removed her shirt, held her arms up above her head and teasingly asked...
"Who's next?"
The answer was given as the other 3 girls tickle Jennifer Aniston into histerics.
Well. Things have ceartanly changed for everyone involved. What started off as Madonna's plan to satisfy her tickle fetish, ended up turning Madonna into a tickle-slave for a bunch of newly converted tickle torturers. Well, even though it wasn't what Madonna had planned on for her Tickle Chamber, i think you'd agree that everything worked out for the best.
THE END
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XIII
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
"WAKE UP!!!!"
Madonna recognized the screaming voice quickly. It was Gwyneth Paltrow. It was obviously her turn to tickle-torture poor Madonna. She whimpered a bit when she realized her position. She was in a standing position, arms strapped above her head, and her legs were spread eagle and her barefeet were about 4 inches off the floor. Her whole body was naked, bareing her entire ticklish body to torture. Her feet were still tingling from Jodie's foot tickling, but all 4 of them eating peanut butter off her soft tickish feet was just too much. She started to panic slightly, but then Gwyneth spoke up.
"Hey, you. You've been telling some lies, haven't you?"
"I...I don't know what you're talking about." Madonna couldn't even look at Gwyneth as she said this.
"Oh, I think you do. You told Jodie that Gwen was going to tickle all of us and become some sort of tickle-queen. And you also said, quite a few times really, that you weren't ticklish. Now i don't care about that bullshit with Gwen, but i really hate when people lie about being ticklish."
Gwyneth reached into her pocket and walked towards Madonna's naked, bound body. When she saw what Gwyneth was holding, she almost peed right then and there. Gwyneth was holding 2 tickle-buggs. Madonna designed the tickle-buggs herself and had used them time after time to tickle her 4 slaves into near hysteria. Now Madonna was going to feel their torturous tickling firsthand. Madonna used this opportunity to beg for mercy.
"Please, Gwyneth, i'm so sorry for what i did to you. I tried to apologize to Gwen and Jodie, but they wouldn't listen to me. Please have mercy on me!! Please don't use the tickle-buggs on me!!! PLEASE!?!"
"Hee-hee. You're funny. But back to bussiness. Consider this Telling the truth 101." Gwyneth said this just as she attached a tickle-bugg to each of Madonna's smooth, hairless underarms. Madonna's body tingled at the touch of the bristles. Gwyneth held the switch in her hand. At any time she could turn them on and tickle Madonna senselessly.
"Now Madonna, all you have to do is tell the truth and you'll be spared any tickling. Question #1: Are you ticklish?"
"N..NO!" Madonna just couldn't bring herself to say yes.
"Liar." Gwyneth said as she pressed the switch and activated the tickle-buggs. Madonna went berserk.
"HAAAHAHAAAAHAAAAA!!!! PLEASE!!!! HEEEEHEHEEEEE!!!! TURN THEM OFF!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!MERCY!!!! MERCY!!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Madonna was in tickle hell. The little bristles vibrated back and forth in her underarms. She thought she was going to lose her mind when Gwyneth turned them off. Madonna had learned the price of lying. Just then, Gwyneth spoke again.
"Are you ticklish?"
"Yes." Madonna dare not lie again.
"Do you like to be tickled?" Gwyneth had a devilish grin on her lips.
"No. I hate it." Madonna was in fact telling the truth.
"Liar". Gwyneth flipped the switch again.
"NOOO!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! OH IT TICKLES!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!!! TURN THEM OFF!!!!!! I WASN'T LYING!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Madonna thrashed and jerked as much as her bonds would allow her as the tickling took her into a new level of hell. The tickle-buggs were driving her bonkers. Her underarms were probalbly the most ticklish part of her ticklish body. Just then, the tickling stopped and Gwyneth spoke again.
"Do you like to be tickled?"
Madonna swallowed her pride and said, "yes". It wasn't true, but it seemed to satve off the tickling.
"Ok. Now we're gonna see if you remember this." Gwyneth said as she moved toward the back of the room. Just then, the door opened and Jennifer Aniston walked in.
"Hello." Jennifer said as she stared at Madonna's lovely naked body. Madonna understood at once what she had to do. She didn't want to do it, but right now, she had no other choices. It seemed no matter what she did, she was going to be tickled, so she decided to just try and make it easier on herself.
"Jennifer, i'm very ticklish. I like to be tickled. Would you please tickle me." Gwyneth giggled to herself in the back of the room. Jennifer picked up a long peacock feather and slid it down Madonna's tummy. Her giggling made her breasts shake.
"HEEEEE!!! HEEEEHAHAAAA!!!" Madonna was gigling helplessly just as Gwyneth picked upo another feather and ran it lightly down Madonna's backside. Now she had two feathers tickling her front and back. She just about peed from the sensation.
"HAHAYAHAHHAAAAAA!!!!! STOP IT!!!! THOSE FEATHERS!!!! HEHEHEEEEEHAHAAHAHAAAA!!!!"
Jennifer started to whisper. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle." Madonna gigled like a child as both feathers tickled her into a fit. Just then, Jennifer and Gwyneth caught each others eyes and dropped the feathers. Madonna's momentary respite was destroyed when Jennifer grabbed both of Madonna's breasts while Gwyneth hooked her fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. They began to wiggle their fingers. Madonna's eyes went wide as this new tickling took her to a different level of ticklishness.
"NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOWHOOOOOOOOHOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!
DON'T TICKLE MY ASS!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! OOOOOOOOHHHH, MY TITS!!!!! THEY TICKLE!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHOOOOHOOOOHOOOWHOOOOO!!!
! HEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Madonna giggled and begged for almost half-an-hour as her tits and ass were severely tickle tortured. They took turns tickling her soft feet, and giving her rasberries on her incredibly ticklish tummy. They made Madonna say things like, "I'm a ticklish lil' thing", and please tickle me until i cum." Madonna was just about to pass out from the tickling just as Jennifer whispered something into Gwyneth's ear.
"Are you sure?" Gwyneth asked Jennifer with a concerned expression.
"Hell yeah!!! It'l be fun, and you know she likes it."
"Ok. If you're sure." Gwyneth said with grin. Madonna, who's whole body was drenched in sweat was in terror. She had no idea what they were talking about, but just then she saw something she never would've thought. Jennifer Aniston removed her shirt, exposing her breasts, and held her arms way up over her head. Gwyneth picked up a feather and began to stroke Jennifer's naked chest and tummy. She was tickling her, and Jennifer stood there keeping her arms up. Enjoying every second of it. Madonna's vagina was inflamed.
"HHEEEEHEHEEEE!!! THIS IS FUN!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!! MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! TICKLE MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! HAHAHAHAAAA!!!" Jennifer had obviously grown to like being tickled. She laughed and giggled and begged for more as Gwyneth danced the feather all over her body. Twirling it in her bellybutton, Jennifer almost pulled her arms down. But she kept them up and relished the tickling. Madonna realized what they were doing. They were torturing her in a different way. All she wanted to do was masturbate while watching Gwyneth tickle Jennifer with the feather, but since she was tied, she could do no more than get frustrated. Just then, Gwyneth slipped one of Madonna's vibrators into Madonna's vagina and pushed the switch for Max.power.
"HHAAAAAAAA!!!!! TICKLE ME MORE!!!!!HAAAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Begged Jennifer as the vibrator brought the most pleasurable sensations on Madonna.
Gwyneth dropped the feather and plunged her fingers into Jennifer's armpits and tickled her to the ground. Madonna watched all this as the vibrator began to bring her pleasure. She felt like she was just about to cum, when Jennifer and Gwyneth pulled the vibrator out and plunged 20 fingers into Madonna ribcage. Madonna went ape-shit.
" OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!HAHAHHAHA
AAAAAHEHEHEEHHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! NO MORE!!! STOP!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!! OH NO....HAHHAAA...UHHHHHHH...OOOOHHHHH....HEHEHEHEEHAHAAA...UUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Madonna was laughing and moaning at the same time. Her breath was heaving out of her in waves, and she felt the giant internal tickle start firts in her vagina and then going up into her stomach. It was upon her. Tickle-gasm time. She woulkd belong fully to her 4 torturers. Just then, she took a face full of the gas. And she was out. Just like that.
Several hours later, Madonna woke up. She took sometime to clear her eyes, and looked down in horror at herself. She was laying down on a rack. Her arms were stratched out, above her head, legs spreadeagle, feet bare. But there was something else. She was in her old Virgin costume. They had dressed her like she was 20 years old again. But there was more. Her belt buckle no longer said Boy Toy. It now said Tickle Toy. She felt like crying when she saw Gwen Stefani, Jodie Foster, Jennifer Aniston and Gwyneth Paltrow slowly walking towards her wiggling their fingers and chanting, "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE" over and over again. Madonna's head went blank and she said the only thing she could think of to say.
"Please tickle me. I'm very ticklish. Ticklish. Tickle. Tickle. Ticklish."
Pretty soon, the words "Madonna" and "Gang-Tickle" would forever be linked together.
TO BE CONCLUDED.....
Madonna's Tickle Chamber 14 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XIV:
The Last Laugh
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
It had all been so easy. Kidnap some beautiful women, and tickle-torture them to insanity. For someone with a massive tickling and foot-fetish, like Madonna, it was too beautiful a plan to contemplate. But she had gone through with it and, for a while, everything went according to plan. Gwen, Jodie, Jennifer and Gwyneth were all demeaned and humiliated through The Material Girl's ticklish desires. Jennifer even grew to like being tied up and tickled beyond all control. But now things were very different, weren't they? Oh yes. Right now things were very different. Somewhere along the way, the tables had turned. And then it was Madonna who was at the mercy of merciless ticklers. She knew she had no hope for survival. They would just continue to tickle her until she died laughing. She was sure that was it. Kill her with tickling. But they were after something else. Revenge? Sure. Humiliation? Without a doubt. Arousal? Well, Gwen was starting to become amazingly aroused by tickling Madonna. But there was one main thing they had wanted. Gwyneth had relayed the story about how, back in '85, Joan Jett had met a cocky Madonna in Manhattan, and how she had tickled her until her entire body quaked and exploded into what she had called, a "Tickle-gasm." That's what they were after. Give Madonna a "Tickle-gasm." They were intent on doing it. And now with Madonna tied down, dressed in her old virgin costume, the Boy-Toy belt buckle now replaced with Tickle-Toy, they were going to do it. Wiggling their fingers and brandishing feathers, they approached the helpless superstar.
"Please. Don't tickle me anymore!! I'm so, so, so, sorrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
Madonna's pleading was cut short by Gwen's fingers, which wiggled in her underarm.
"I'm sorry. What was that? Hard to hear with all this laughing." Gwen teased. "Get her, girls!!!!!"
And with that, all 4 girls dove into Madonna's obscenely ticklish body. Gwen and Jennifer handled her underarms and torso, while Gwyneth and Jodie pulled off her shoes and tickled her cute feet. Madonna looked as if lightning had been shot through her body as she convulsed and twisted as much as her bonds would allow. Jodie took great delight in torturing Madonna's feet and toes.
"Tickle tickle tickle!!!! Oh my!! I think she has the most ticklish feet in the world!!" Jodie said as she scrabled her fingers all over her soles. Gwyneth laughed in agreement as she skillfully ran her nails along the sole of Madonn's foot. Madonna was in tears.
"HAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! OH NO..HOOOHOHOHHHHHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEEEE!!!!!"
Gwen got right in Madonna's face and smiled at her as she hooked her fingers into the hollow of her underarms and tickled without mercy. Madonna's underarms were smooth and hairless. And extremely ticklish. Jennifer, wishing slightly that it was her who was being tickled, squeezed, prodded and poked at her rib cage.
"Ohhhhh, that tickles dosen't it? You like it? Don't you?" Gwen never stopped smiling as she said this.
"NO!!! HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! I HAT..AHAHHAAAAAAAAA!!!! I HATE BEING TICKLED!!!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!! STOPSTOPSTOP!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
"She's lying! She loves it! She said it herself. She has a tickle fetish. She likes tickling." Gwyneth gigled as she tickled between each toe on Madonna's foot. Jodie had employed the toe-suck tickle taught to her by Madonna herself. Madonna twisted and bucked and screamed as every tickle spot was tickled beyond imagination. That was when Jennifer, tired of merely tickling her ribs, tore open Madonna's shirt.
"Hmmm, this looks like a nice spot for a rasberry." Jennifer said as she eyed Madonna's legendary belly-button.
"NO!!!! NO!!!! HAHAAHAHAAAAA!!!! NO!!!!!!"
Jennifer blew the loudest rasberry any of them had ever heard squarely on Madonna's tummy. But she didn't stop at one. She did it at least 27 times. Each one sent Madonna into shreiking, maniacle laughter. Now she was gliding her fingertips up and down Madonna's ribs.
"HOOOHOHOOOOHOOOO!!!! I'M SOOOOOO TICKLISH!!!!! STOP!!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAWHOOOHOHOHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HEHEHEEEEEEEEEYAAAAA!!!!!!"
Madonna was covered in sweat and could hardly breathe. She was also losing any desire to beg. It was taking more breath than she could afford to lose. She thought it couldn't get any worse, and then she heard.....
"This is no good. She needs to be naked." Gwen was saying as she picked up the gas and sprayed Madonna right in the face. The last thing she heard before blackness was evil giggling.
As Madonna woke up she realized 2 things. #1. She was tied in a new position. #2. She was blinfolded. She felt cold fear surge through her whole body, which was now naked and terribly ticklish. She was tied in much the same way, except for the fact that her legs were high up in the air and spread eagle. That's when she heard Gwyneth say directly in her ear.....
"I wonder if her ass is ticklish?"
Madonna was about to panic when she felt a feather softly caress her ass cheek. One thing Madonna had always been ashamed of is her ticklish ass. And now she was helpless to stop it from being tickled. She let out a stream of cute, little giggles as the feather swished across her ticklish bottom. Then, all at once, one feather became eight. Eight feathers swishing back and forth her ticklish ass. One was maddeningly teasing her crack. Madonna just about went nuts.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE!!!!! NOT MY ASS!!!!!HAHAHHAAAAAAA!!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!!!HEHEHEEEEEHAHHAHAAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. She felt a couple of the feathers find their way into her vagina.
"Tickle tickle. Ticklish little pussy." Gwen whispered as feathered Madonna's vagina. This was too much. She couldn't take being tickled like this.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! NOT MY PUSSY!!!!! DON'T TICKLE MY PUSSY!!!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHHHHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!! HEEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Madonna's sanity began to break as she felt feathers tickle her ass, vagina, and even her nipples. All of her privates were being feathered and she could do nothing to stop it. After a good 10 minutes of this, the girls decided to go in for the kill. They tore off her blindfold and just tickled Madonna like crazy. Every single nook and cranny of Madonna's gorgeous body was invaded by fingers & feathers. Her toes were sucked by all 4 girls and rasberries were blown all over her. And that's when it happened. Madonna went cross eyed, and her pelvis bucked wildly. She let out a strained scream and had a massive tickle-gasm.
"OOOOHHHHHH!!! HAHAHAAA...OOOOOOO...AAAAAAHAHAAAAUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!!! UHHHHHHHHHHOOOHOHOHHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHWHAAHAHAHAHAAAAWAW
AWAWAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHUIHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
The girls looked on in wonder and amazement as Madonna maned, screamed and laughed like a lunatic. Her body bucked wildly and her skin turned red as an apple. Her nipples were like little pellets and her vagina became inflamed and soaked. She had about 3 Tickle-gasms. The last one was so strong that she broke the bonds that held her left hand. After everything was said and done, Madonna was totally out of breath, covered in sweat and whimpering. Then, she mercifully passed out. The girls looked at her unconcious body curiously.
"What should we do now?" Jodie asked.
"I have an idea." said Gwen as she winked at the others.
Madonna awoke tied on her back, arms outstretched abouve her head, legs spread eagle. She looked at the 4 girls with fear and dread in her heart. Gwen spoke for all of them.
"Do you understand what we just did to you?"
"Yes." Madonna answered, trying not to look at any of them.
"What did we do to you?"
"You gave me a tickle-gasm."
"You know we could do this again to you any time we want?"
"Yes."
"You are now our slave. You will lick our feet, suck our toes and pleasure us for the rest of your life. And when we are displeased with you, or just feeling frisky, we will tickle you into a quivering mass of giggles. Do you understand?"
"Y...yes." Madonna answered with more than a little humiliation.
"Well, just to hammer it home, we've taken some of your tickle-buggs and placed them in various parts of your body. 1 under each arm. 4 on each foot. 20 across your tummy. 1 in your pussy and 3 on your ass. Now what do you have to say?"
Madonna's eyes went wide in fear, and she swallowed her pride, took a deep breath and said...
"Please tickle me Miss Gwen. I'm so ticklish."
With that, Gwen smiled and pressed the button that activated them. Madonna broke into an insane laughing tickle fit. That's when Gwen, Jodie, Jennifer and Gwyneth left her alone to think and laugh. The 4 happy girls went upstairs into Madonna's bedroom to celebrate. They broke out a bottle of champagne and had a grand ole time. Just then, Jennifer removed her shirt, held her arms up above her head and teasingly asked...
"Who's next?"
The answer was given as the other 3 girls tickle Jennifer Aniston into histerics.
Well. Things have ceartanly changed for everyone involved. What started off as Madonna's plan to satisfy her tickle fetish, ended up turning Madonna into a tickle-slave for a bunch of newly converted tickle torturers. Well, even though it wasn't what Madonna had planned on for her Tickle Chamber, i think you'd agree that everything worked out for the best.
THE END
