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REPOST: "The Tickle Fingers Are Back"

Rockauthor

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JULIA ROBERTS/SHERYL CROW/

AMY BRENNEMAN (Judging Amy)

Starring in

The Tickle Fingers ARE BACK

(ticklish celebrity fiction)




EARTH 2504 A.D.

The cold war continues between the Martian Republic and the United Nations of Earth. Greatly concerned about its uncertain future, the earthling government has constructed a new and highly sophisticated defense system, to ward off imminent Martian attack. The strategy of the red planet now focuses on three moles that have infiltrated the Pentagon to uncover the secret project.

Julia Roberts, Sheryl Crow, and Amy Brenneman were double agents who established a cover as surveillance technicians inside the now city-size International Space Station. All three women were the epitome of beauty. They each had long, lovely brown hair, slender, sexy bodies, and they each had a magical smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days.

For three years the three skilled saboteurs easily blended in on the International Space Station¾without ever causing even the slightest bit of suspicion. They assumed their roles as surveillance specialists, having unlimited access to highly classified and Top Secret data. And after 36 months of flawless espionage, Julia, Sheryl, and Amy were ready to complete their mission.

They thought they had planned the perfect getaway. They thought they had brilliantly covered their tracks. They thought that no one was on to them...but they thought wrong!

As Julia Roberts, Sheryl Crow, and Amy Brenneman removed the last microchip out of the secret panel room, an unexpected incident occurred.

The doors all locked around them and the room began to fill up with a thick green gas.

“WHAT THE...?” Julia Roberts shouted.

But before they knew it, the three women were consumed by the dense gas and began choking¾they eventually passed out. When they came to, Julia Roberts, Sheryl Crow, and Amy Brenneman were in another room. The room was cylindrical and padded, with bright lighting and a large rectangular machine set in the center.

Their eyes were wide with staunch confusion. The attractive spies noticed that they were somehow pinned up against a wall, at least two feet off the ground, in a spread-eagle position. Their uniforms were replaced with very loose, very soft, pajama-like jumpsuits. The suits were somehow magnetically locked against the wall, leaving the brown-haired beauties utterly helpless.

Julia, Sheryl, and Amy began to struggle vehemently to escape their bondage, but to no avail. Then suddenly a door slid open and in walked a man who slowly approached the three traitors with an ominous gawp. Julia, Sheryl, and Amy all froze and gave him their undivided attention.

The man wore the uniform of a Space Command Major. He was bald and wore thick spectacles. He stood in front of the terrified girls shaking his head in judgment.

“Tsk tsk tsk. What a shame. And you all thought you were going to get away with it, didn‘t you. Such pretty, innocent faces. We had our eyes on the three of you for quite some time, though. You thought you could out smart us. But, you will learn, oh yes, you three will definitely learn,” said the Major, with an unsettling delivery.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH US?” A terrified Sheryl Crow blurted.

“You will be punished of ‘course,” the man answered.

“WHATEVER YOU DO TO US, WE WON’T TELL YOU ANYTHING,” a stern but fearful Julia Roberts asserted.

“BESIDES. NO TORTURE YOU COULD PUNISH US WITH COULD COMPARE TO THE MARTIAN TICKLE FINGERS. WE HELPED THE MARTIANS IN DESIGNING THEM. AND THEY COMPENSATED US HANDSOMELY. GIVE IT UP, MAJOR. MARS IS THE WAY OF THE FUTURE,” a defiant Amy Brenneman warned.

The Major frowned at Amy and said, “oh, reeeally? Is that so?” He paused momentarily for drama and yelled, “BENJI! COME IN HERE.”

Just a few seconds later, a boy who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old walked in. Benji wore an open flannel shirt over a T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a baseball cap on backwards. He was sort of dumpy-looking and looked at Julia, Sheryl, and Amy with a blank stare.

“Allow me to introduce you ladies, to my beloved nephew. His name is Benji Lecht. Benji is one of the Pentagon’s greatest assets. For you see, Benji is a computer whiz kid. This talented young man has managed to break the Martian code and get through the Red planet’s most advanced technology. And in addition to being a computer genius, Benji has an insatiable tickling fetish. He just loves to tickle pretty, brown-haired double agents, don’t you Benji?”

The chubby boy’s face instantly turned from somber to happy and he nodded his head in agreement. Julia Roberts, Sheryl Crow, and Amy Brenneman began to struggle more desperately in their bondage. They were getting very nervous as a stubborn grin crept up on their faces.

Then the Major turned to the table that was in the center of the room and pressed a button on the side of it. A sliding door then opened on top to reveal what looked to be hundreds of small, green, living, disembodied hands. The hands were about the size of tarantulas and the fingers were long and willowy.

“Presenting the new and improved, certified lethal tickle fingers.” The Major announced, gesturing to the creepy contents on the table. “We will soon find out whose way is really the way of the future, won’t we Ms. Brenneman?”

Amy and the other two women were stunned with absolute terror. They were breathing heavily and began to break out in a cold sweat.

The Major continued, “I shall now leave you and Benji alone to get better acquainted. Have fun, my dear nephew.”

With that, the Major exited the room, leaving Benji alone to have his way with the very lovely and obviously VERY TICKLISH Julia Roberts, Sheryl Crow, and Amy Brenneman. An looming beam appeared on Benji’s face as he pulled a remote control out of his shirt pocket and approached the three helpless women.

“Are you ready to be tickled like you’ve never been tickled before?” The giddy boy asked, with a rascally giggle.

Julia, Sheryl, and Amy went wild!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! DON’T YOU DARE, YOU LITTLE FREAK! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!” Julia Roberts hollered.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO, BENJI, PLEEEEEEASE!” Sheryl Crow pleaded.

“YOUNG MAN, YOU RELEASE US NOW, OR ELSE!” Amy Brenneman demanded.

“What’s the matter, ladies? Afraid of some harmless little tickle fingers?” Benji taunted, with that same impish chuckle.

Then Benji Lecht hit a series of buttons on his remote control causing dozens of those spider-like tickle fingers to jump off of the table and float through the air, landing on the wall and surrounding the forms of Julia, Sheryl, and Amy. The brown-haired hotties all screamed and shook inside their loose-fitting jumpsuits with ticklish anticipation.

Benji entered another combination of codes on the remote making the tickle fingers crawl one by one up on top of the girls’ shoulders and then crawl down inside the baggy jumpsuits, inching a ticklish path all over their naked, vulnerable bodies.

Julia Roberts, Sheryl Crow, and Amy Brenneman went bonkers!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OOOHOOOHOOO HOOOHOOOHOOOHOOOHOOOOOOO! OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE! OH PLEASE! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!” Julia Roberts screamed.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAVE MERCY! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!”

Sheryl Crow howled.

“NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEASE!”

Amy Brenneman pleaded.

As the dreaded tickling fingers had covered every ticklish area on the three double agents’ EXTREMELY TICKLISH bodies, the creepy torture devices rested still. Even though the fingers weren’t moving at the moment, Julia, Sheryl, and Amy could still feel them nestled against their most ticklish spots. And every so often they would let out a sudden shriek and jerk spasmodically, anticipating just the slightest motion of the tickling fingers.

“(moan) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (groan) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! (moan) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH (groan)!”

Benji paid close attention to the girls’ initial reaction to the tickle fingers, seeking out their most ticklish spots. He noticed that Julia Roberts seemed to be excruciatingly ticklish under her arms, Sheryl Crow went absolutely ape shit when the tickle fingers grabbed her around her waist, and poor Amy Brenneman looked like she was having a conniption when the tickling digits made their way all the way down to the bottoms of her horribly ticklish feet. The giddy teenage boy thought he’d really have some fun now.

“Hey, Julia, tell me if this tickles,” Benji teased as he hit a button on the remote causing the tickle fingers nestled under her arms to begin scratching and stroking her tender, sensitive crescents.

Julia Roberts squeezed her eyes shut tightly and screamed at the top of her lungs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP IT, BENJI!”

“I think I know a spot where you’ve really been ticklish, Sheryl Crow,” Benji said, repeating his previous action causing the tickle fingers around Sheryl’s waist to squeeze her in that terribly ticklish zone.

Sheryl Crow threw her head back in silent laughter, twitching and fidgeting like a mad woman.

“Now remind me which one of you has incredibly ticklish feet,” Benji jeered. “Oh wait, I just remembered. That would be you, Amy.”

Another function was pressed on Benji’s remote control causing the tickling fingers resting on the soles of Amy Brenneman’s feet to begin rapidly scrabbling and digging in between and under her unbelievably ticklish toes. Amy’s eyes almost popped out of her head when the tickling sensation on the soles of her feet shot through her body like a jolt of electricity.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! OOOOOOOOOOHOOOHOOOHOOOOOOOO! STOP! I-I-I CAN’T HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA STAND IT!”

Benji Lecht continued to enjoy this particularly cruel tickle torture of three drop-dead gorgeous traitors. Methodically and strategically he psychologically tormented the brown- haired cuties by stopping and starting the movement of the tickle fingers in different spots on their bodies, when they least expected it. It looks like the great Earth is finally getting the upperhand in the long-lived interplanetary cold war.

THE END
 
If You've Never Read It, Then It's New To You

I like this particular fantasy because I think Julia Roberts, Sheryl Crow, Amy Brenneman look so much alike and are so sexy. Let me know what you think.

Rockauthor
 
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