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WITHOUT MERCY
By Morandilas
The screams had been coming from the cabin since the early hours of the morning. The sun had begun to set and the hysterical laughter still echoed through the woods. The cabin was located in a remote area within the Canadian border. No one could hear the tormented cries for mercy. The begging, pleading, screaming laughter that erupted from the poor woman’s lips.
Susan was a waitress at a local truck stop. She was in her early thirties but looked to be in her mid twenties. She wore her black hair in a short shag, a popular style for the time. Her smile charmed all her customers young and old. She had very pretty blue-gray eyes. Her lips were full, her complexion dark and clear. She stood about 5’7” and her fast paced occupation had kept her reasonably fit. She was the little darlin of over the road truckers everywhere.
Susan’s popularity did not spill over to the female population of her little community. As a matter of fact she was hated almost by every woman in the county, single or married. They were jealous of the attention their boyfriends and husbands paid to her at the dinner. Rumors of her rather loose sexual lifestyle had convinced the local female populace that the little hussy know as Susan was a home wrecker.
Two weeks before her ticklish encounter Susan had celebrated her 32nd birthday at an after-hours party held at the dinner. Nearly all the men found one reason or another to sneak out of their homes and stop by the dinner for a quick birthday kiss. During this rather wild party a couple of the truckers got together and decided to give Susan the traditional birthday spanking but some had a better and more devious suggestion. They suggested that they start a new tradition and give Susan a birthday tickling.
Susan panicked at the mere suggestion of this and attempted to flee the establishment. This of course egged the men on all the more and soon she was being chased around the tables and chairs giggling hysterically as she tried to evade the fiendish ticklers trying to capture her. The chase was short lived however and Susan was dragged kicking and screaming to the center of the diner where four burly truck drivers immobilized one struggling limb each. Gus, the diner’s owner had the honors of being first and he straddled his lovely employee and began to tickle her ribs and underarms. Susan exploded with laughter and was unable to move an inch to protect herself. Susan was going crazy from the merciless tickling Gus was giving her. She would beg and scream for him to stop but he just laughed and tickled her till tears were streaming from her eyes.
Susan was wearing a sleeveless denim shirt which was tied at the waist. This of course exposed her armpits, ribs, and tummy to a terrible tickling. Gus even leaned down and blew raspberries on her tummy. Susan was beside herself in hysterical laughter. During the short break Gus decided to give her, Susan laid there and giggled while gasping for breath. She begged him to stop but Gus said that she had only been tickled for 20 minutes and that she was going to be tickled a minute for each of her 32 years.
Shortly after the break, Kate a middle aged waitress who was like a mother to Susan and her only female friend in the small community. Decided that Susan’s tickling looked like fun and was determined to join in.
“Girl when I was young and pretty like you, nothing drove me more crazy then when a young fella did this.” Kate said as she pulled off one of Susan’s western boots exposing a socked foot.
“No Kate come on! Not my feet! Please Kate!” Susan screamed and soon dissolved into a torrent of laughter.
“Kootchy Kootchy!” Kate laughed as she scrambled her fingers along the sole of Susan’s foot. Susan was tickled without mercy for the next 12 minutes and sometimes by as many as four people at once. Susan was a mess when they were done and had even pissed in her pants. She was very mad at her friends but when she started to bitch about what happen Gus just threaten to do it all over again so she decided to keep a low profile for the rest of the evening.
Word spread like wild fire the next day and soon the whole town knew about what had happened at Susan’s party. Lots of jokes were made and many people started poking Susan where ever she went. But some people, namely the married women of the little community began to plot and form an idea on how to tame the town hussy.
Susan was tied face down on the bed in a spread eagle position. Mary Kenner the wife of Gus Kenner the diner owner, was sitting on Susan’s bare ass and tickling Susan’s ribs and pits without mercy. Two other women were busy raking their nails up and down Susan’s very ticklish soles. Susan had cried, begged and pleaded with the women for mercy but they had none to give. She promised to leave town, to be their slave, to do anything they wanted. She would have done anything to have made the tickling stop. Susan laughed and screamed until she passed out for the third time that day.
“Should we use the smelling sauce again Mare.” One of the women said.
“No she had enough for today. It’s almost 6:00pm and we have been at her since 8:00am.She will need her strength for tomorrow.” Mary replied.
The women had decided that since they missed her party they needed to throw a special one for Susan. A party where the birthday girl got tickled one hour for each of her 32 years...
THE END
By Morandilas
The screams had been coming from the cabin since the early hours of the morning. The sun had begun to set and the hysterical laughter still echoed through the woods. The cabin was located in a remote area within the Canadian border. No one could hear the tormented cries for mercy. The begging, pleading, screaming laughter that erupted from the poor woman’s lips.
Susan was a waitress at a local truck stop. She was in her early thirties but looked to be in her mid twenties. She wore her black hair in a short shag, a popular style for the time. Her smile charmed all her customers young and old. She had very pretty blue-gray eyes. Her lips were full, her complexion dark and clear. She stood about 5’7” and her fast paced occupation had kept her reasonably fit. She was the little darlin of over the road truckers everywhere.
Susan’s popularity did not spill over to the female population of her little community. As a matter of fact she was hated almost by every woman in the county, single or married. They were jealous of the attention their boyfriends and husbands paid to her at the dinner. Rumors of her rather loose sexual lifestyle had convinced the local female populace that the little hussy know as Susan was a home wrecker.
Two weeks before her ticklish encounter Susan had celebrated her 32nd birthday at an after-hours party held at the dinner. Nearly all the men found one reason or another to sneak out of their homes and stop by the dinner for a quick birthday kiss. During this rather wild party a couple of the truckers got together and decided to give Susan the traditional birthday spanking but some had a better and more devious suggestion. They suggested that they start a new tradition and give Susan a birthday tickling.
Susan panicked at the mere suggestion of this and attempted to flee the establishment. This of course egged the men on all the more and soon she was being chased around the tables and chairs giggling hysterically as she tried to evade the fiendish ticklers trying to capture her. The chase was short lived however and Susan was dragged kicking and screaming to the center of the diner where four burly truck drivers immobilized one struggling limb each. Gus, the diner’s owner had the honors of being first and he straddled his lovely employee and began to tickle her ribs and underarms. Susan exploded with laughter and was unable to move an inch to protect herself. Susan was going crazy from the merciless tickling Gus was giving her. She would beg and scream for him to stop but he just laughed and tickled her till tears were streaming from her eyes.
Susan was wearing a sleeveless denim shirt which was tied at the waist. This of course exposed her armpits, ribs, and tummy to a terrible tickling. Gus even leaned down and blew raspberries on her tummy. Susan was beside herself in hysterical laughter. During the short break Gus decided to give her, Susan laid there and giggled while gasping for breath. She begged him to stop but Gus said that she had only been tickled for 20 minutes and that she was going to be tickled a minute for each of her 32 years.
Shortly after the break, Kate a middle aged waitress who was like a mother to Susan and her only female friend in the small community. Decided that Susan’s tickling looked like fun and was determined to join in.
“Girl when I was young and pretty like you, nothing drove me more crazy then when a young fella did this.” Kate said as she pulled off one of Susan’s western boots exposing a socked foot.
“No Kate come on! Not my feet! Please Kate!” Susan screamed and soon dissolved into a torrent of laughter.
“Kootchy Kootchy!” Kate laughed as she scrambled her fingers along the sole of Susan’s foot. Susan was tickled without mercy for the next 12 minutes and sometimes by as many as four people at once. Susan was a mess when they were done and had even pissed in her pants. She was very mad at her friends but when she started to bitch about what happen Gus just threaten to do it all over again so she decided to keep a low profile for the rest of the evening.
Word spread like wild fire the next day and soon the whole town knew about what had happened at Susan’s party. Lots of jokes were made and many people started poking Susan where ever she went. But some people, namely the married women of the little community began to plot and form an idea on how to tame the town hussy.
Susan was tied face down on the bed in a spread eagle position. Mary Kenner the wife of Gus Kenner the diner owner, was sitting on Susan’s bare ass and tickling Susan’s ribs and pits without mercy. Two other women were busy raking their nails up and down Susan’s very ticklish soles. Susan had cried, begged and pleaded with the women for mercy but they had none to give. She promised to leave town, to be their slave, to do anything they wanted. She would have done anything to have made the tickling stop. Susan laughed and screamed until she passed out for the third time that day.
“Should we use the smelling sauce again Mare.” One of the women said.
“No she had enough for today. It’s almost 6:00pm and we have been at her since 8:00am.She will need her strength for tomorrow.” Mary replied.
The women had decided that since they missed her party they needed to throw a special one for Susan. A party where the birthday girl got tickled one hour for each of her 32 years...
THE END
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