TickleMantis
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You may or may not have seen one of the threads explaining my absence as of late but the jist of it was a virus took my computer. Which also explains the lack of stories I have been producing. Anyway, back on track heres a new one with a brand new character. And just in time for Christmas! 
Enjoy and as always any and all comments are welcome
"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Honey Combes moaned at the top of her lungs as she rode on top of her muscular Braziallian co-star while the aryan god ravaged her from behind. "Oh GOhhD! YESSS!"
Of course Jennifer, Jen or more commenly known among the porn industry as 'Honey Combes', had had far better than this but it was acting and a jobs a job. Two years ago at nineteen, Jennifer had moved to the city in search of a modeling carrier. Being a girl who was usually up for pretty much anything the vuluptuos blonde took the offer of a cool two thousand dollars to do the dirty with a man on camera.
Over the next twenty four months Jennifer shot to porn star stardom, getting herself a manager and huge fan base along with it. Thousands of men (and women) paid was amounting to millions for the top quality pornorgraphy people knew they were getting when it said 'Staring Honey Combes' on the cover. The current shoot was in one of the smaller studios Kevin Coporal, Jennifers manager, owned. The story line was fairly generic but the final result was Jennifer in some rather hard core positions on this double bed.
To look on it appeared they were in anyones bedroom but the cameras, spot lights, booms and half dozen people standing around watching prooved this was production. In fact it was the second to last scene. The final scene consisted of the two men, also top talent in the industry, binding Jennifer with white nylon rope and bringing her to the climatic finish.
"Uhh...ohh what are you dOoohing?" Jenn said keeping to script with some improvised moans as one man pushed her hands directly above her and other opened the bed side cabinet revealing the previously planted rope. "A little kinky?"
"Trust us...you'll be more than happy we did this." The Braziallian man kneeled over her, his long shaft still deep within her sesitive mound, the pleasure of which she found hard to ignore as he wrapped a length of the rope slowly around her wrists and one of the central bed posts.
The script was rather appauling but not by porn standards, the story line of having two pizza delivery men turn up to the same house by accident from the same company was also rather stupid but who was actually going to pay attention to that. The two men were professionals but nowhere near the level of Honey, who they were just honoured to work with.
Jennifer was the sort of woman who would turn Will Truman straight. A sweet curvey yet not too large butt and enourmous, and surprisingly natural, breasts that stood out of anything she wore. Jenn's jade green eyes also added to her intense lustfulness along with her, hence the name, honey blonde hair which ran almost to the small of her back.
"OOOH oh GAOOOHHD!" Jenn screamed as the aryan rode her hard while the brazillian licked her nipples and massaged her milky white melons, her wrists still secure above her. "AHH AHH UHH HHH HH OOOHH OHHHHH!!"
"Alright people thats it!" Thomas Envilly the bearded director called as he signalled everyone to switch the cameras off.
"So..." The brazillian put his face close to Jennifer's and whispered as the aryan grabbed a towel and casually walked away. "Fancy a reinactment back at my place later on?"
"Only if you can do better than you did here." Jenn whipered back with a smirk, her and the braziallian still puffing and shining with sweat. "...Do you want to get out of me?"
"Only if I can get back in." The braziallian smirked back the same cheeky smile and slid his python from her as he too left the messed up bed.
The room began to clear quickly, these people didn't mess around. Cameras and lights were swiftly and professionally carried from the room, everyone had something to do, except Jenn who just lay and relaxed. Catching her breath Jenn ignored her binds for the time being as she winked and teased the the camera men with her full frontal nudity, all knowing full well they'd never work in a place without wheelchair access if they touched her.
"Are you coming or are you just going to lay around all day?" Thomas asked standing at the foot of the bed as the last person wandered from the room with a handful of coffe mugs.
"Just resting." Jenn smiled snuggling her head back into the pillow. "But I'm good to go."
"You like working with those gu-" Thomas was suddenly and surprsingly interuppted only a mili second after he casually and playfully ran his finger up not even a quater of Jenn's bare sole.
"EEEE!" Jenn shrieked and curled her legs up to her chest in an instictive reaction to the barley light stroke.
"Jesus!" Thomas took a step back in surprise. "Are you o.k?"
"Untie me." Jenn said keeping her knees up by her breasts and tugging on her binds slightly.
"What the heck was that?" Thomas said still in shock as to the insane reaction he recieved from such a light playful stroke. "I thought you'd be used to that kind of thing."
"Untie me." Jenn said with slightly more haste as she tugged at the ropes noticibly harder.
"O.k o.k geez whats the matter with you>" Thomas said slowly wandering fowards not knowing what might happen next. "I barley touched you."
"Untie me!" Jenn's voice was getting urgent as she raised her voice somewhat and was tugging at the ropes rather hastily now. "Untie me Tom! Untie me right now!"
"Jeezus okay, calm down I only went like this." Tom demonstrated the lightness of his stroke on Jenn's bare side.
"EEEEE! DON'T!" Jenn screamed as she thrashed away from his index finger which again barley touched the skin.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Tom asked standing back looking at the twenty one year old who seemed to have a genuine look of fear in her eyes. "People touch you all the damn time why are you getting to freakin' ryled?"
"Just don't! Just don't okay! Untie me." Jenn said looking at him with dead seriousness.
"You need to calm down...did you get high before the filming or what?" Thomas questioned utterly confused by Jennifer's bizzare behaviour.
"Look its just...its nothing..." Jen said letting her legs out a little trying to act casual yet still noticibally tugging on her binds. "...just get me out of here, please, o.k?."
"Are you always like this after sex?" Thomas questioned as he sat down on the edge of the bed with his back to her. "...what is it? Increased sensitivity?...or are you just really ticklish?"
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" Jen suddenly went wild as her legs kicked, her gloriosly nude body thrashed and had the railings on the bed head not been made of iron they surley would have snapped as she tugged at her bonds. "Help! Help! Get away! Sommpph!"
"Quiet! Calm down will you?" Thomas said as he turned around holding the back of Jen's head with his right hand while covering her screaming mouth with his left. "You need to calm the hell down. I only asked you a god damn question."
Jen continued to wriggle for several second before she finally became subdued and reaslised how silly was being. Slowly and full prepared to re-clap his hands back into posistion Thomas released Jen's head looking at her curiously.
"Sorry...I'm sorry...I over reacted...I know you wouldn't do that...just please untie me now okay?" Jen looked at Tom her eyes nearly filing with the begginings of tears, her face red from yelling.
"You know if your really as ticklish as you appear to be people will pay good money to see you get tickled." Jen could pratically see the dollar signs in Tom's eyes even though it was clear from the get go she wanted nothing to do with being tickled in any way shape or form. "We could make big dollars."
"We already make big dollars and if you don't untie me right now I swear one of us won't be making any by this time next week..." Jen said with an angry look clearly dead serious with her threat. "...and it won't be me."
"You really hate being tickled that much?" Thomas asked making Jen wonder how he could ask such a stupid question. "Why don't we just give it a shot? If you don't like it we'll stop."
"I can already tell you I don't like it." Jen said sternly with a sense of order rarely heard in her voice unless a scripted dictated so. "Now I won't ask again. Untie me now."
"Aww c'mon your just tired" Thomas began as he hoisted his legs up onto the bed kneeling next to Jennifer. "all girls like to be tickled!"
"THOMAEEEhahah! HAhaha!" As Tom's hands gripped her soft and top secretly sensitive ribs Jenn bucked like a wild thing as her legs kicked wildly with uncoorodinated insanity. "StopStopStHAHAHAHA nononono!"
Trying his best to get a better posistion over the hysterical young girl Tom streched out a leg in an effort to straddle Jen's waist. As Tom lowered himself onto the howling nude woman an unintentional knee blow to the family jewels sent Tom rolling off the bed with his hands nursing his wounded pride.
"Bastard! Bastard!" Jenn screamed with tears running down her cheeks as she continued to relentlessly tug and tug at the soft white ropes that bound her hands. "I told you I hated it! Help! Someone heeeelllp!"
"Arr...I...ohh...I told you to be quiet." Tom said as he stood up slowly from the floor with very delicate movements indeed. "I was only playing for christs sake you need to settle. Listen I'm offering you serious money here. We do good already but branching off into the fetishs? We'd make--"
"Screw what we'd make!" Jen interupted having gone far past the point of irrate. "I don't care! I hate being tickled and I'm not getting tickled by anyone, money or no fucking money! Let me go!"
"This is what you don't get, your young, you don't understand the industry." Tom tried to spin the inexperience angle even though it was clear she would never go through with it. "These tickling videos, the top ones are the ones were the girl being tickled hates it! They don't like being tickled either, but they do it. Its a small sacrifice and your not actually getting hurt are you? The more you beg and scream the more they like it, and the more they like it the more we sell."
"...Fuck you Tom, let me go." Jen said angrily after a small pause to emphasise her look of anger although all that came across was a frightened little tickle toy.
"You do realise your tied to a bed stark naked and you've just told me your biggest weakness. Your hardly very threatning." Tom summed up the situation as if Jen needed reminding while he cruely wiggled his fingers towards her. "You hurt me Honey, so I'm going to tickle you now, I'm going to keep tickling you and in the end you'll thank me."
"No! No don't! No please God I'm begging you! I'm sorry!" Jen screamed now showing her true colours as a truly scared young woman about to be tortured.
Turning her back to Tom, Jen rolled to her side and with a surprised shriek of super ticklishness Tom had gripped her ribs once again. Curling up in a nude little ball and laughing hysterically as Tom's hands poked and vibrated her soft ribs was all Jen could do. This was torturous hell in its purest of forms and the poor squealing girl could do nothing to stop it.
"Where are you most ticklish Honey?" Tom asked in a brief moment of relent as he rolled Jen over onto her back and straddled the giggling goddess' erotically wide hips. "Look at you. Theres not a man alive who wouldn't love to be where I am right now."
"Tom...Tom please." Jen said between sobs as she cried knowing it wasn't over yet. "I'm sorry o.k? O.k? Just don't...you don't know what its likehhee no! No! EEEHa! Stop HAHA!"
After a couple of small strokes along the sides of Jen's water melon like jelly wobbling creamy white breasts Tom dug viciously into her smooth taut underarms. Wailing with tortured laughter Jen bucked like crazy beneath Tom who was only futher fueld to tickle longer and harder.
Had her mind not been fragmented by the unpredictability of Tom's ticklish touch Jen would have kneeded her captive square in the back. Without reasonable thought Jen could only kick in every direction as she tried and tried invain to roll away from the merciless wiggling fingers. Although the underarm pokes and rapid prods were driving the nude girl literally crazy when Tom dug his fingers into the sides of her enourmos breats Jen nearly bucked him clean off the bed.
"Ride 'em cowboy!" Tom holored enthusiastically as he bounced on top of the energetic young star while pressing all ten fingers quickly in and out of Jen's hyper sensitive boobs. "Is that it Honey? Is that the T-spot?!"
"ohno ohno EEEEE!" Jen's high pitched squeal filled the nearly empty room as her large breasts jiggled in corrospondence with their tickling attackers. "AHAH NOAHA STAO NO THAHA ICKHAHA MEEEEE!"
This wasn't the first time Jen had been tickled beyond control but it was the first time she'd been tickled scared. Never in her life had Jen been tied down while ruthlessly tickled. The horrifying thought had never occured to her and it if had the young porn starlet would have surley cringed with fright. When Tom moved down to Jen's frantic hourglass tummy she realised he had no intention of stopping as sweat began to form and she struggled for air amongst the unstoppable laughter.
Drenched in sweat it had been a little over five god awful minutes for poor helpless Jen. Bad enough was the terrible tickling but the once energised starlet had already had once major work out today. Not climbing from his posistion Tom sat and watched with glee as Jen puffed desparatley for air and sobbed tears of ticklishness while he streched his hands obviously to prepare for round two.
"Well your just ticklish everywhere aren't you?" Tom taunted as he pent his fingers together in a Mr Burns like manor. "I'm telling you, without a word of a lie, the ticklephiles would dig this. All we need is a camera crew and I can have them here in any minute."
"Oh god...please please Thomas no moree..." Jen weeped, rolling slowly from side to side trying to hide her vunerability.
"...Or I could just call your co-stars back here to help me tickle you." Tom said to bat home the true feeling of helpless torture as he suddenly rib tickled Jen onto her front so he now stradled her quivering thys with her awsomley curvey butt right before him. "How long do you want to be tickled mercilessly? An hour? Two?"
"NO! NO AAAHAHAHAHA!" Tom's taunts were almost as tormenting as the tickling itself thought Jen until he clenched her soft sensitive butt cheeks and recalled what it was like to be tickled one hundred percent. "HAHAH EEE OHNO! HAHAHNO! HAHA THOMAAAA!"
With one hand now diggling around her ribs and breasts that balooned out to the side of her upturned body and the other dancing feather light strokes around her bottom Jen's tried her best to bury her face into the pillow and hide from the intense tickling sensations. It was Jennifers worst fear in the world to be tickled and now to face it with full frontal nudity in a posistion she never expected to be in was far more than shocking.
Jen was helpless when tickled anyway but tied down, that was excessive. In Jen's mind something like this was just too cruel for words. Taking her biggest weakness and exploiting it for personal pleasure. Tom had turned from associate to raging tickle monster in a matter of minutes and Jen could only blame her extremley sensitive body.
Tom was fascinated by Jen's perfect howling body. Digging his thumbs into the soft area right below her rib cage it didn't matter which way the cackling blonde moved there was simply no escape. It was crazy how fast a how much this young woman thrashed, Tom had never seen anyone so agonisingly ticklish.
"Just think, all those men...and women...pining just to get a touch of you and I have you all to myself." Jen couldn't hear anything Tom was saying, beneath her screaming laughter she didn't even know he was speaking. "Tickle tickle little Honey, aww Honey is so ticwish diddums!"
To put emphasis on the exclamation mark Tom quickly grabbed Jen's upper ribs and harshly lobster clawed like lightning. Squealing at the top of her lungs Jen was incappable of any coherent speech while the extreme tickling sesations attacked and tortured her from both sides. Jen had no sense of time, or much sense of anything for that matter the hysterical blonde's mind was so fragmented from the raw tickling.
Would it ever end? Jen managed to form that one thought and only that one over and over again. Tom's wiggling hands took there sweet time wandering with vicious tickles all the way down to Jen's sides. Trying to arch upwards prooved fruitless as the sweating blondes butt was pushed straight back down by Tom's weight. Arching futher into the blankets and matress prooved even more pointless as those horrible tickling hands followed her everywhere. There was no freedom.
"Oh your making me tired Honey." Tom said as he ceased the torturous tickling only to roll the panting girl onto her back once again.
"Hhh...bastard..hh hhh Bastard! hhh" Jen's rage was clear enough between heavy breaths although Tom paid no attention as he watched her bare basket ball sized breasts wobble from the movement of the roll. "Sonofhhhbicth! hhh hh"
"Such language" Tom said as he raised his hands high above him while he continued to straddle the helpless young woman. "Here they come Honey, tickling hands coming to get you!"
"No! No more!" Jen screamed with fear in her voice as Tom's hands wiggled closer and closer to her naked body. "No Tom! No don't! AAHH NO! Hhee hahah NO! NONONO!HAHAH aaahAHHAH EEEEEE! AahHAHHAHAHA!"
"Oh yes yes!" Tom cooed as he munched his hands into Jen's soft bare belly as if smooshing playdoe.
It was only a quick twenty second tickle although it seemed far far longer for poor naked Jen. Continuing to puff and giggle slightly Jen shut her eyes tight to try and make it all just dissapear as Tom circled her belly button with cruel unwelcoming anticipation.
"So you still don't want to do a fetish flick huh?" Tom asked knowing that he was hardly going to tickle the poor girl into agreeing to be tickled even more. "Thats too bad. I guess we'll just have to make up for it now...wheres your most ticklish spot?"
"Please Tom...Please I hate this...oh god..just let me go." Jen pleaded red faced with the tears unrelenting.
"There is...one place we haven't tried." Tom said as he turned his head and made his point of focus more than clear.
Jen didn't scream she just took a deep, horrified breath as her eyes shot wide open. Down the complete opposite end of her very naked body her toes curled as if her feet too were just as frightened as Jen.
To be continued...
Enjoy and as always any and all comments are welcome "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Honey Combes moaned at the top of her lungs as she rode on top of her muscular Braziallian co-star while the aryan god ravaged her from behind. "Oh GOhhD! YESSS!"
Of course Jennifer, Jen or more commenly known among the porn industry as 'Honey Combes', had had far better than this but it was acting and a jobs a job. Two years ago at nineteen, Jennifer had moved to the city in search of a modeling carrier. Being a girl who was usually up for pretty much anything the vuluptuos blonde took the offer of a cool two thousand dollars to do the dirty with a man on camera.
Over the next twenty four months Jennifer shot to porn star stardom, getting herself a manager and huge fan base along with it. Thousands of men (and women) paid was amounting to millions for the top quality pornorgraphy people knew they were getting when it said 'Staring Honey Combes' on the cover. The current shoot was in one of the smaller studios Kevin Coporal, Jennifers manager, owned. The story line was fairly generic but the final result was Jennifer in some rather hard core positions on this double bed.
To look on it appeared they were in anyones bedroom but the cameras, spot lights, booms and half dozen people standing around watching prooved this was production. In fact it was the second to last scene. The final scene consisted of the two men, also top talent in the industry, binding Jennifer with white nylon rope and bringing her to the climatic finish.
"Uhh...ohh what are you dOoohing?" Jenn said keeping to script with some improvised moans as one man pushed her hands directly above her and other opened the bed side cabinet revealing the previously planted rope. "A little kinky?"
"Trust us...you'll be more than happy we did this." The Braziallian man kneeled over her, his long shaft still deep within her sesitive mound, the pleasure of which she found hard to ignore as he wrapped a length of the rope slowly around her wrists and one of the central bed posts.
The script was rather appauling but not by porn standards, the story line of having two pizza delivery men turn up to the same house by accident from the same company was also rather stupid but who was actually going to pay attention to that. The two men were professionals but nowhere near the level of Honey, who they were just honoured to work with.
Jennifer was the sort of woman who would turn Will Truman straight. A sweet curvey yet not too large butt and enourmous, and surprisingly natural, breasts that stood out of anything she wore. Jenn's jade green eyes also added to her intense lustfulness along with her, hence the name, honey blonde hair which ran almost to the small of her back.
"OOOH oh GAOOOHHD!" Jenn screamed as the aryan rode her hard while the brazillian licked her nipples and massaged her milky white melons, her wrists still secure above her. "AHH AHH UHH HHH HH OOOHH OHHHHH!!"
"Alright people thats it!" Thomas Envilly the bearded director called as he signalled everyone to switch the cameras off.
"So..." The brazillian put his face close to Jennifer's and whispered as the aryan grabbed a towel and casually walked away. "Fancy a reinactment back at my place later on?"
"Only if you can do better than you did here." Jenn whipered back with a smirk, her and the braziallian still puffing and shining with sweat. "...Do you want to get out of me?"
"Only if I can get back in." The braziallian smirked back the same cheeky smile and slid his python from her as he too left the messed up bed.
The room began to clear quickly, these people didn't mess around. Cameras and lights were swiftly and professionally carried from the room, everyone had something to do, except Jenn who just lay and relaxed. Catching her breath Jenn ignored her binds for the time being as she winked and teased the the camera men with her full frontal nudity, all knowing full well they'd never work in a place without wheelchair access if they touched her.
"Are you coming or are you just going to lay around all day?" Thomas asked standing at the foot of the bed as the last person wandered from the room with a handful of coffe mugs.
"Just resting." Jenn smiled snuggling her head back into the pillow. "But I'm good to go."
"You like working with those gu-" Thomas was suddenly and surprsingly interuppted only a mili second after he casually and playfully ran his finger up not even a quater of Jenn's bare sole.
"EEEE!" Jenn shrieked and curled her legs up to her chest in an instictive reaction to the barley light stroke.
"Jesus!" Thomas took a step back in surprise. "Are you o.k?"
"Untie me." Jenn said keeping her knees up by her breasts and tugging on her binds slightly.
"What the heck was that?" Thomas said still in shock as to the insane reaction he recieved from such a light playful stroke. "I thought you'd be used to that kind of thing."
"Untie me." Jenn said with slightly more haste as she tugged at the ropes noticibly harder.
"O.k o.k geez whats the matter with you>" Thomas said slowly wandering fowards not knowing what might happen next. "I barley touched you."
"Untie me!" Jenn's voice was getting urgent as she raised her voice somewhat and was tugging at the ropes rather hastily now. "Untie me Tom! Untie me right now!"
"Jeezus okay, calm down I only went like this." Tom demonstrated the lightness of his stroke on Jenn's bare side.
"EEEEE! DON'T!" Jenn screamed as she thrashed away from his index finger which again barley touched the skin.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Tom asked standing back looking at the twenty one year old who seemed to have a genuine look of fear in her eyes. "People touch you all the damn time why are you getting to freakin' ryled?"
"Just don't! Just don't okay! Untie me." Jenn said looking at him with dead seriousness.
"You need to calm down...did you get high before the filming or what?" Thomas questioned utterly confused by Jennifer's bizzare behaviour.
"Look its just...its nothing..." Jen said letting her legs out a little trying to act casual yet still noticibally tugging on her binds. "...just get me out of here, please, o.k?."
"Are you always like this after sex?" Thomas questioned as he sat down on the edge of the bed with his back to her. "...what is it? Increased sensitivity?...or are you just really ticklish?"
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" Jen suddenly went wild as her legs kicked, her gloriosly nude body thrashed and had the railings on the bed head not been made of iron they surley would have snapped as she tugged at her bonds. "Help! Help! Get away! Sommpph!"
"Quiet! Calm down will you?" Thomas said as he turned around holding the back of Jen's head with his right hand while covering her screaming mouth with his left. "You need to calm the hell down. I only asked you a god damn question."
Jen continued to wriggle for several second before she finally became subdued and reaslised how silly was being. Slowly and full prepared to re-clap his hands back into posistion Thomas released Jen's head looking at her curiously.
"Sorry...I'm sorry...I over reacted...I know you wouldn't do that...just please untie me now okay?" Jen looked at Tom her eyes nearly filing with the begginings of tears, her face red from yelling.
"You know if your really as ticklish as you appear to be people will pay good money to see you get tickled." Jen could pratically see the dollar signs in Tom's eyes even though it was clear from the get go she wanted nothing to do with being tickled in any way shape or form. "We could make big dollars."
"We already make big dollars and if you don't untie me right now I swear one of us won't be making any by this time next week..." Jen said with an angry look clearly dead serious with her threat. "...and it won't be me."
"You really hate being tickled that much?" Thomas asked making Jen wonder how he could ask such a stupid question. "Why don't we just give it a shot? If you don't like it we'll stop."
"I can already tell you I don't like it." Jen said sternly with a sense of order rarely heard in her voice unless a scripted dictated so. "Now I won't ask again. Untie me now."
"Aww c'mon your just tired" Thomas began as he hoisted his legs up onto the bed kneeling next to Jennifer. "all girls like to be tickled!"
"THOMAEEEhahah! HAhaha!" As Tom's hands gripped her soft and top secretly sensitive ribs Jenn bucked like a wild thing as her legs kicked wildly with uncoorodinated insanity. "StopStopStHAHAHAHA nononono!"
Trying his best to get a better posistion over the hysterical young girl Tom streched out a leg in an effort to straddle Jen's waist. As Tom lowered himself onto the howling nude woman an unintentional knee blow to the family jewels sent Tom rolling off the bed with his hands nursing his wounded pride.
"Bastard! Bastard!" Jenn screamed with tears running down her cheeks as she continued to relentlessly tug and tug at the soft white ropes that bound her hands. "I told you I hated it! Help! Someone heeeelllp!"
"Arr...I...ohh...I told you to be quiet." Tom said as he stood up slowly from the floor with very delicate movements indeed. "I was only playing for christs sake you need to settle. Listen I'm offering you serious money here. We do good already but branching off into the fetishs? We'd make--"
"Screw what we'd make!" Jen interupted having gone far past the point of irrate. "I don't care! I hate being tickled and I'm not getting tickled by anyone, money or no fucking money! Let me go!"
"This is what you don't get, your young, you don't understand the industry." Tom tried to spin the inexperience angle even though it was clear she would never go through with it. "These tickling videos, the top ones are the ones were the girl being tickled hates it! They don't like being tickled either, but they do it. Its a small sacrifice and your not actually getting hurt are you? The more you beg and scream the more they like it, and the more they like it the more we sell."
"...Fuck you Tom, let me go." Jen said angrily after a small pause to emphasise her look of anger although all that came across was a frightened little tickle toy.
"You do realise your tied to a bed stark naked and you've just told me your biggest weakness. Your hardly very threatning." Tom summed up the situation as if Jen needed reminding while he cruely wiggled his fingers towards her. "You hurt me Honey, so I'm going to tickle you now, I'm going to keep tickling you and in the end you'll thank me."
"No! No don't! No please God I'm begging you! I'm sorry!" Jen screamed now showing her true colours as a truly scared young woman about to be tortured.
Turning her back to Tom, Jen rolled to her side and with a surprised shriek of super ticklishness Tom had gripped her ribs once again. Curling up in a nude little ball and laughing hysterically as Tom's hands poked and vibrated her soft ribs was all Jen could do. This was torturous hell in its purest of forms and the poor squealing girl could do nothing to stop it.
"Where are you most ticklish Honey?" Tom asked in a brief moment of relent as he rolled Jen over onto her back and straddled the giggling goddess' erotically wide hips. "Look at you. Theres not a man alive who wouldn't love to be where I am right now."
"Tom...Tom please." Jen said between sobs as she cried knowing it wasn't over yet. "I'm sorry o.k? O.k? Just don't...you don't know what its likehhee no! No! EEEHa! Stop HAHA!"
After a couple of small strokes along the sides of Jen's water melon like jelly wobbling creamy white breasts Tom dug viciously into her smooth taut underarms. Wailing with tortured laughter Jen bucked like crazy beneath Tom who was only futher fueld to tickle longer and harder.
Had her mind not been fragmented by the unpredictability of Tom's ticklish touch Jen would have kneeded her captive square in the back. Without reasonable thought Jen could only kick in every direction as she tried and tried invain to roll away from the merciless wiggling fingers. Although the underarm pokes and rapid prods were driving the nude girl literally crazy when Tom dug his fingers into the sides of her enourmos breats Jen nearly bucked him clean off the bed.
"Ride 'em cowboy!" Tom holored enthusiastically as he bounced on top of the energetic young star while pressing all ten fingers quickly in and out of Jen's hyper sensitive boobs. "Is that it Honey? Is that the T-spot?!"
"ohno ohno EEEEE!" Jen's high pitched squeal filled the nearly empty room as her large breasts jiggled in corrospondence with their tickling attackers. "AHAH NOAHA STAO NO THAHA ICKHAHA MEEEEE!"
This wasn't the first time Jen had been tickled beyond control but it was the first time she'd been tickled scared. Never in her life had Jen been tied down while ruthlessly tickled. The horrifying thought had never occured to her and it if had the young porn starlet would have surley cringed with fright. When Tom moved down to Jen's frantic hourglass tummy she realised he had no intention of stopping as sweat began to form and she struggled for air amongst the unstoppable laughter.
Drenched in sweat it had been a little over five god awful minutes for poor helpless Jen. Bad enough was the terrible tickling but the once energised starlet had already had once major work out today. Not climbing from his posistion Tom sat and watched with glee as Jen puffed desparatley for air and sobbed tears of ticklishness while he streched his hands obviously to prepare for round two.
"Well your just ticklish everywhere aren't you?" Tom taunted as he pent his fingers together in a Mr Burns like manor. "I'm telling you, without a word of a lie, the ticklephiles would dig this. All we need is a camera crew and I can have them here in any minute."
"Oh god...please please Thomas no moree..." Jen weeped, rolling slowly from side to side trying to hide her vunerability.
"...Or I could just call your co-stars back here to help me tickle you." Tom said to bat home the true feeling of helpless torture as he suddenly rib tickled Jen onto her front so he now stradled her quivering thys with her awsomley curvey butt right before him. "How long do you want to be tickled mercilessly? An hour? Two?"
"NO! NO AAAHAHAHAHA!" Tom's taunts were almost as tormenting as the tickling itself thought Jen until he clenched her soft sensitive butt cheeks and recalled what it was like to be tickled one hundred percent. "HAHAH EEE OHNO! HAHAHNO! HAHA THOMAAAA!"
With one hand now diggling around her ribs and breasts that balooned out to the side of her upturned body and the other dancing feather light strokes around her bottom Jen's tried her best to bury her face into the pillow and hide from the intense tickling sensations. It was Jennifers worst fear in the world to be tickled and now to face it with full frontal nudity in a posistion she never expected to be in was far more than shocking.
Jen was helpless when tickled anyway but tied down, that was excessive. In Jen's mind something like this was just too cruel for words. Taking her biggest weakness and exploiting it for personal pleasure. Tom had turned from associate to raging tickle monster in a matter of minutes and Jen could only blame her extremley sensitive body.
Tom was fascinated by Jen's perfect howling body. Digging his thumbs into the soft area right below her rib cage it didn't matter which way the cackling blonde moved there was simply no escape. It was crazy how fast a how much this young woman thrashed, Tom had never seen anyone so agonisingly ticklish.
"Just think, all those men...and women...pining just to get a touch of you and I have you all to myself." Jen couldn't hear anything Tom was saying, beneath her screaming laughter she didn't even know he was speaking. "Tickle tickle little Honey, aww Honey is so ticwish diddums!"
To put emphasis on the exclamation mark Tom quickly grabbed Jen's upper ribs and harshly lobster clawed like lightning. Squealing at the top of her lungs Jen was incappable of any coherent speech while the extreme tickling sesations attacked and tortured her from both sides. Jen had no sense of time, or much sense of anything for that matter the hysterical blonde's mind was so fragmented from the raw tickling.
Would it ever end? Jen managed to form that one thought and only that one over and over again. Tom's wiggling hands took there sweet time wandering with vicious tickles all the way down to Jen's sides. Trying to arch upwards prooved fruitless as the sweating blondes butt was pushed straight back down by Tom's weight. Arching futher into the blankets and matress prooved even more pointless as those horrible tickling hands followed her everywhere. There was no freedom.
"Oh your making me tired Honey." Tom said as he ceased the torturous tickling only to roll the panting girl onto her back once again.
"Hhh...bastard..hh hhh Bastard! hhh" Jen's rage was clear enough between heavy breaths although Tom paid no attention as he watched her bare basket ball sized breasts wobble from the movement of the roll. "Sonofhhhbicth! hhh hh"
"Such language" Tom said as he raised his hands high above him while he continued to straddle the helpless young woman. "Here they come Honey, tickling hands coming to get you!"
"No! No more!" Jen screamed with fear in her voice as Tom's hands wiggled closer and closer to her naked body. "No Tom! No don't! AAHH NO! Hhee hahah NO! NONONO!HAHAH aaahAHHAH EEEEEE! AahHAHHAHAHA!"
"Oh yes yes!" Tom cooed as he munched his hands into Jen's soft bare belly as if smooshing playdoe.
It was only a quick twenty second tickle although it seemed far far longer for poor naked Jen. Continuing to puff and giggle slightly Jen shut her eyes tight to try and make it all just dissapear as Tom circled her belly button with cruel unwelcoming anticipation.
"So you still don't want to do a fetish flick huh?" Tom asked knowing that he was hardly going to tickle the poor girl into agreeing to be tickled even more. "Thats too bad. I guess we'll just have to make up for it now...wheres your most ticklish spot?"
"Please Tom...Please I hate this...oh god..just let me go." Jen pleaded red faced with the tears unrelenting.
"There is...one place we haven't tried." Tom said as he turned his head and made his point of focus more than clear.
Jen didn't scream she just took a deep, horrified breath as her eyes shot wide open. Down the complete opposite end of her very naked body her toes curled as if her feet too were just as frightened as Jen.
To be continued...
