Ovda
TMF Master
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Elizabeth Hurley awoke one morning to find herself in an Arabian type room. What surprised her even more was the she was tied spread eagle on the bed. Liz was wearing a pink tank top, denim jeans, socks and sneakers. She struggled with all of her might in order to get freed, but Elizabeth soon realized that the only way she was going to get freed was if someone untied her.
“HELP!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” She screamed, but her pleas were answered only by thunderous silence.
Suddenly a billow of smoke appeared and out stepped a man. The man went and sat next to Elizabeth. She cringed to one side as he sat down.
“How are you doing?” asked the man. “My name is Chuck.”
“What do you want with me? How did I get here?” asked Elizabeth.
“First I must say that you are even more insanely drop dead gorgeous than I could have ever envisioned. Now for your questions. How did you get here? You see, Liz. One day I came upon a lamp. I rubbed it and out came this genie. I made my three wishes in a way that allowed me to be a powerful freed genie.”
Elizabeth did not like the sound of this.
“Now for your second question. What I plan to do to you I have been fantasizing about this for such a long time now it is going to come true. You see, Liz, I brought you here just for some laughs.”
With that Chuck produced two slender feathers. Elizabeth’s eyes just about popped out of her head when she realized what she was in for.
“N-No! Y-You won’t do that. P-Please don’t tickle me.” Begged Liz.
Chuck was very pleased to finally find out that the girl of his wet dreams was just as ticklish as she is drop dead gorgeous.
“Yes I’m going to tickle you, but we are going to make game out of it. We are going to play a modified version of “Uncle”. Every time you say “Uncle” an article of clothing will disappear until you are completely butt naked; then, the real fun will begin.”
Without another word Chuck began to tickle Elizabeth Hurley’s sexy silky smooth armpits. One thing that Chuck neglected to tell Liz is that the feathers are magical. Whatever is being tickled becomes a little more ticklish with each stroke.
From the get go Elizabeth was complete hysterical laughter. She was shaking her head wildly back and forth as she felt the tips of the feathers slide effortlessly across her terribly ticklish armpits. Chuck was ecstatic with just how ticklish her pits are.
Like a true tickle master, Chuck worked those feathers with the greatest of ease. The feathers looked alive as they twirled, and glided on Elizabeth’s underarms. She tried with all her might to pull her arms down in order to stop the tickling, but that was not going to happen. Tears mixed with eyeliner began to stream down Elizabeth’s hysterical face. Chuck lost all sense of time. He had no idea how long it was before Elizabeth gathered enough concentration and breath to say the word, “Uncle.”
At the sound of the word, Elizabeth’s pink tank top melted away. Immediately Chuck left the feathers on their own to tickle torture Elizabeth’s armpits, and he began to tickle her flat sexy belly and sides.
Elizabeth’s hysterics doubled in magnitude when Chuck performed The Ten Finger Tickle Torture. His fingers snaked and slithered all over her tummy and sides. Soon Elizabeth became so tickled she simply melted into total and absolute hysterics. Her belly trembling in unbridled laughter. She would sometimes go into a state of Chuck’s favorite response: silent laughter. Elizabeth would go mute for about 10- 30 seconds, her mouth wide open with silent howling laughing pouring out.
During this time, Chuck noticed Liz clenching her thighs tightly together in an effort from wetting her pants. Chuck had a solution to this problem. He stopped tickling Liz’s belly and sides. Chuck took a deep breath, placed his mouth on Elizabeth’s adorable belly button and gave her a nice long and steady raspberry. Elizabeth could not take it anymore she peed her pants. She also exploded into a new gale of hysterical laughter.
When Chuck stopped, Elizabeth managed to gather some air to say, “Uncle”. Her jeans vanished revealing her incredible sexy and toned legs. “Three more times” thought Chuck and the real fun begins.
Chuck produced two more feathers and began to tickle Elizabeth’s inner thighs. He also made appear a pair of disembodied hands that tickled Liz’s tummy and sides. Elizabeth could not stand it anymore. She thought that she was going to go absolutely insane. Her lungs, face, and stomach were aching so bad it was unbearable. Chuck loved the way she laughed. It was like the laughter of a little schoolgirl and her sexy British accent made the laughter even more intoxicating to the ears.
Elizabeth was doing her best not to say, “Uncle” because she knew that things were going to really get laid open if she said the magic word again.
“Come on, Liz.” Spoke Chuck. “Say it. Say, “Uncle””
She could not take it any longer and Elizabeth said the word. Instantly her bra disappeared. Chuck looked and saw her perfectly shaped naked breast.
Chuck leapt to her side and began to tickle Elizabeth’s exquisite breast. He had no idea that her breast would be so ticklish. Elizabeth shook violently back and forth in order to knock the “Tickle-Spiders” off. Her nipples became erect and hard enough to cut diamonds.
“Uncle” was spoken again. As soon as her panties vanished, Elizabeth lost control of her bladder, again. Chuck took another feather and had it tickling Elizabeth’s genitals. She was racked in total hysterics.
Chuck was relishing every second of tickle torturing the most beautiful woman to ever walk the face of the earth. On the other hand, Elizabeth was in absolute agony. All she wanted was for the tickling to stop, or at least to pass out. It was simply unbearable.
After another ten minutes, Elizabeth finally said, “Uncle”. Her socks and shoes melted away revealing her exquisitely beautiful feet. Immediately Chuck made all the feathers and hands disappear, and he rushed over and sat at Elizabeth’s feet. She was utterly exhausted for the merciless tickle torture she endured. Liz’s chest was heavily heaving up and down grasping for every ounce of air to get into her aching lungs. Her naked body glistening with sweat.
Chuck just sat at her feet admiring their perfect flawlessness. His mouth dropped open in total awe of Elizabeth’s gorgeous naked feet. Chuck felt his penis becoming as hard as a diamond as he grazed upon Elizabeth’s feet. He took a deep whiff of her feet and Chuck’s mouth began to water by the smell of her heady foot odor. When he finally came out of his stupor, Chuck had that sadistic look in his eyes.
“Lookie what we have here? Piggies.”
Elizabeth crane her head to see with great horror what Chuck had in mind for her. “N-No Not my feet!! Anything else, b-but not my feet! I-I’ll go insane. P-Please I’m begging you!! Anything else!! You have no idea how horribly ticklish my feet are!! Please I’m begging you!!”
Elizabeth began to struggle with renewed strength. She stopped for a moment and looked down at Chuck who had this sadistic bliss on his face. Fear now had such a grip on Elizabeth that all she could do was slowly shake her head in protest and mouth the word, “No” over and over as Chuck’s index finger and thumb were opening and closing like pinches as they drew near to her toes in order to start playing This Little Piggy.
The game began.
“This little piggy went to market.” Spoke Chuck as he grabbed the big toe of Elizabeth’s right foot. Elizabeth threw her head back in absolute hysterical laughter as Chuck gentle wiggled and twisted her toe. Chuck was utterly amazed at just how insanely ticklish Liz’s toes were. As Chuck went through the rhyme, she sank deeper into a vast ocean of hysterics.
After he finished the first five toes, Chuck let Liz catch her breath.
“Now for the sequel.”
Before Elizabeth could say anything, Chuck began to work on her left toes. Liz went completely bonkers. Chuck was relishing every second on tickle torturing this insanely gorgeous woman.
Following the “game”, Chuck said, “You know, Liz. All of this tickling can really work up an appetite. I think I’m in the mood for something sweet.”
Chuck produced a canister of Cool-Whip. “No! No! Please not that!! Not my feet!!” begged Elizabeth as she saw Chuck pop open the lid. She giggled uncontrollably as Chuck smothered the cream all over her feet.
Without a word Chuck began to slowly lick the whip cream off Elizabeth’s feet. She went completely berserk. Liz was violently thrusting her head from side to side as she felt Chuck’s warm wet tongue slide up her feet. He was really taking his time savoring every morsel of whip cream. Next the thing that sent Liz over the deep edge of utter and maddening hysterics was when Chuck began to lick in between her toes. Elizabeth had a stream of tears running down her twisted and contorted face. She was utterly breathless with unbridled laughter. She peed herself one more time. After Chuck finished licking her feet clean, he put more whip cream on Liz’s feet. She was so tired that she did not even have the strength to say anything. Although when Chuck started on her feet, Elizabeth once again became alive with unadulterated laughter. Her body just trembling in hysterics. Chuck had enough whip cream to keep Liz in agonizing laughter for about thirty minutes.
Following his “meal” of sweet feet Chuck began to do symphony raspberries on Elizabeth’s feet.
Elizabeth was bucking and thrashing like a wild bronco. She was howling and shrieking like a banshee. Chuck would work on one foot at a time. Elizabeth felt the tickling sensation surge up her leg like a torrent of electricity and detonate in her brain like a myriad of nuclear explosions. Liz would hop a few inches off the bed with each raspberry. Soon she was so utterly consumed by the tickling that she just laid on the bed in her own sweat. Her long brunette hair plastered to her head. Elizabeth’s eye make-up wash completely off.
The entire day went by at a snail’s pace for Elizabeth. Mere seconds were like eons for her. She has never in all of her days been in such excruciating agony.
“Well it is time for me to hit the hay.” Spoke Chuck.
A huge wave of relief came crashing down of Elizabeth. She had a small grin and look of peace. “I get to have some rest.” She thought to herself.
“But I’m not going to leave you alone.”
With that Chuck caused six pairs of disembodied hands to appear. The hands looked feminine with long slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails A pair of hands were inches from Elizabeth’s horribly and insanely ticklish flesh. A pair was at her armpits, breast, ribs, sides, hips, and her feet.
“Good night.” Spoke Chuck as he turned off the lights and left the room.
When the hands began tickling Elizabeth, her beautiful blue eyes just about popped out of her head. She felt all sixty fingernails lightly scratching her unbearably ticklish skin. This was going to be the longest night of Elizabeth Hurley’s life. All she wanted was for the tickling to stop. It was simply too unbearable. She hoped that she would soon pass out or die just as long as the tickling would stop. During the night, Elizabeth peed herself for a third time.
Morning came and Chuck went to see just how his ticklish beauty was doing. He entered the room and saw the hands still tickling Elizabeth, but she had passed out during the night. Her head was to one side with her sweaty hair covering most of her face. Chuck had made Liz so indescribably ticklish that even though she had passed out her brain was still registering the tickling sensation. Chuck noticed that Liz would flinch and jerk every once and a while as the hands continued to tickle her.
Elizabeth awoke with a jerk to foul stench of smelling salts. She looked to see that she was no longer tied on the bed. This time Liz was on her knees strapped to the floor with her arms suspended above her head. Standing in front of her was Chuck.
“No!! Please, no more tickling!! I’m begging you!! Have mercy!! I-I can’t take it anymore!!” pleaded Elizabeth.
“Don’t worry” spoke Chuck. “I have other plans for you.”
Elizabeth noticed a huge bulge in Chuck’s pants, and she looked up at Chuck who was wearing a shark’s grin and had that certain look in his eyes.
“Y-Yes. I’ll suck your dick, but please no more tickling.”
Chuck unzipped his pants and puled out his penis. Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide in amazement as to how huge Chuck was. “Now remember, Liz. When you stop, you will return to the bed for more tickling.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement. “Now shall we begin?”
Elizabeth opened her mouth and devoured Chuck’s penis. Chuck was instantly thrusted into a world of sheer ecstasy. He felt her warm wet tongue sliding up and down his rock hard penis. It felt like Elizabeth was giving his penis a thorough massage. Whenever Elizabeth would gently rub the tip of his penis, Chuck would just about lost his mind and his knees would grow weak due to the electrifying pleasure. Chuck moaned and groaned in total and absolute rapture. He had never felt anything like this in all his life. After about what seemed like an eternity, Chuck got his composure back and was relishing every second of his blowjob. He looked down at Elizabeth’s soft smooth armpits and placed his wiggling fingers millimeters away from them. Elizabeth’s eyes widened with fear; then, she tightly closed her eyes as she awaited the inevitable.
Chuck began to lightly tickle Elizabeth’s armpits. Chuck enjoyed hearing Liz’s muffled laughter. This just caused him to get more aroused and more harder. He continued to torment his ticklish beauty for about ten more minutes.
In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth found herself back on the bed. This time she was in a sleeping bag with only her head and feet sticking out, and her feet were placed inches apart in padded wooden stocks. She tried to move, but the sleeping bag was securely strapped to the bed, she was immobile.
Chuck was at her feet and had a nice slender feather. Elizabeth was able to lift her head in order to see Chuck who was slowly waving the feather back and forth.
“No! Please!! Not again. I-I’m begging you! Please have mercy!! I’ll go insane!! Let me go down on you again. I promise I’ll do a better job this time.”
Ignoring her pleas Chuck began to sadistically and mercilessly tickle torture Elizabeth Hurley’s feet. Chuck totally loved to tickle feet. They are his favorite spot to tickle. He methodically drew the tip of the feather slowly up and down her excruciatingly and insanely ticklish feet. The more he tickled Liz’s feet the more ticklish they become. She violently shook her head back and forth screaming and hollering at the top of her lungs in agonizing hysterics. Elizabeth felt the tip of the feather skating across the sole of her tickled foot. Chuck had caused her feet to also be immobile and, he had her cute adorable toes spread apart. What really sent Elizabeth over the deep end was when Chuck would slid the feather in between her toes. He would torture one foot at a time. She would feel one foot being tickled; then, she would feel the feather tickle the other foot.
Time went by like cold molasses for Elizabeth. Mere seconds might as well have been hours.
Finally Chuck stopped. Elizabeth was a massive tickled mess. Chuck had tickled her hoarse. He gave Liz time to get her composure back. He heard her whizzing as she was catching her breath. Chuck had truly tickled her breathless.
It took Elizabeth nearly thirty minutes to catch her breath.
Chuck went and sat next to her. “You have now been tickled for an entire day-24 hours. Although this is just the beginning. I’m going to keep you her forever and ever as my tickle slave. With my powers of a genie I’m going to make you immortal. You will never grow old, you will never die. The inhumane and sadistic tickle tortures I have in store for you are the things that night terrors are made of. You might as well consider yourself in Tickle Hell because that is what it is going to feel like.”
As Chuck continued to describe what he had in store for her, Elizabeth began shaking her head in disbelief. She stared crying and blubbering like a little baby.
It was true. Elizabeth was in Tickle Hell. Chuck would tickle her for days even weeks, non-stop. He especially loved and adored her feet. Chuck would sometimes rub a mixture of honey and peanut butter all over Liz’s feet, and it would take hours for him to totally lick her feet clean. Often he’d place vibrating toes separators which just caused Elizabeth to almost crawl out of her own skin.
Chuck had an infinite imagination. There was no telling what or how he was going to fiendishly tickle torture her.
Amazingly Chuck would give Elizabeth a day or two of rest. On those days she became his sex toy. Elizabeth did absolutely and everything that was asked of her. She would go down on him and do an amazing job, and Elizabeth would rock his world when they had sex. Her days of rest were few and far in between because Chuck loved to tickle her so much.
She absolutely dreaded when Chuck would tell her that time is up. Elizabeth would drop to her knees begging and groveling asking Chuck not to tickle her anymore. She would promise to make the sex more enjoyable and do a better job going down on him.
Chuck would be oblivious to her pleas and position Elizabeth for her next “Ticklethon”.
Hysterical Hurley Pt. 2
Amazingly Chuck would give Elizabeth a day or two of rest. On those days she became his sex toy. Elizabeth did absolutely everything that was asked of her. Although, Elizabeth would have to work for it. Chuck would place a chastity belt on Liz and place a small slender feather in the belt in order to tickle her clit. For two days she wore the belt. Elizabeth would get unbelievably horny, but Chuck never allowed her to climax. By the end of the first day Liz would be on the floor rolling around, beating on the belt and trying to tear it off so she could remove the feather and finger herself in order of have an orgasm. Elizabeth would end up screaming at the top of her lungs begging and pleading for Chuck to remove the belt and for him to have sex with her. At the end of the two days both Elizabeth and Chuck were in bed. Chuck made the feather and belt vanish. Elizabeth practically raped Chuck that first time. Liz was so incredibly horny they did not go three times, but four times.
During one of the weekends she had “off”, Elizabeth made her first and only mistake. After she and Chuck broke, yet another, bed from having sex all night, Elizabeth awoke and looked over at Chuck who had a huge grin from ear to ear. Just the sight of him made Elizabeth’s stomach turn, and it was not from all the laughing that she has been doing. She took a firm grip of her pillow and smashed it into Chuck’s face. Elizabeth used all of her might in hopes of smothering Chuck to death.
“DIE YOU, BASTARD! DIE!” she growled.
Chuck was struggling underneath the pillow. His arms flailing about. The more he struggled the more adamant Elizabeth was in killing him.
Suddenly he stopped, and Elizabeth heard laughter from underneath the pillow. She let up on the pressure with a perplex look on her face. The pillow vanished.
“You can’t kill me” He spoke with a huge shark’s grin that turned into a deadly serious look. “But I can make you wish that you were dead.”
Elizabeth began trembling as Chuck sat up. She did not want to think of what he was going to do to her.
“I think I’ll declare it Foot Month.”
Elizabeth thought that she was going to have a heart attack. She rolled onto the floor and crawled to a corner of the room and curled up into a ball making sure to hide her feet.
Chuck got up and snapped his finger. In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth Hurley was buried in the floor with only her head and feet sticking out. She was crying like a baby. So terrified that she could not speak a word.
“You know how much I just love to tickle your feet.”
She quietly nodded as he sat in front of her insanely beautiful and excruciatingly ticklish feet. Elizabeth’s feet were about 12 in. apart completely helpless.
Chuck produced a small bucket. He dipped a small brush into the bucket and began to “paint” the liquid compound on the soles of Elizabeth’s feet. She laughed hysterically as he slowly and randomly dragged over her horribly ticklish soles. Elizabeth’s tears of terror became tears of laughter. Chuck took his time on each foot. The toes were the worst for Elizabeth.
Finally Chuck was done. Elizabeth was very relieved.
“You may be wondering what I covered your feet with? Well it is a mixture of tuna oil and chicken grease. Cats just love this stuff.”
Chuck stepped back and Elizabeth looked passed her feet to see a pair of kittens at the far end of the room.
Chuck left the room leaving Elizabeth all alone with the cats. As much as she struggled to get freed, it was absolutely impossible. Elizabeth begged Chuck for mercy that she was sorry for what she had done to him. The cats got closer and closer. Elizabeth began to giggle in ticklish anticipation.
Contact was made.
The cats began to lick Elizabeth Hurley’s gorgeous feet. At the first lick her beautiful blue eyes just about popped out of her head. Chuck had made her feet so hyper-ticklish that Elizabeth felt the cats’ course sandpaper textured tongues sliding up her feet.
It was sheer madness for Elizabeth. She screamed and hollered like a rabid banshee. What plunged her into a state of all consuming hysteria was when the cats would lick in between her adorable toes.
Her face was flush red as the tears of unbridled laughter streamed down her twisted and disfigured face. The room was saturated with her insane laughter as it echoed off the walls. Every once and a while Elizabeth would go totally mute for about a minute or two as she entered a stage of silent screaming laughter.
For one week Elizabeth endured the Cat Treatment. When it was over and done with, she entered week two of Foot Month.
Instantaneously, Elizabeth was placed on a table with her feet in stocks. She laid on the table utterly exhausted and delirious. Next, she heard the sound of goats. She managed to lift her head to see two goats in front of her feet. She quickly sat up and saw that the goats were tied to the wall by a rope leash. Elizabeth also noticed that a candle was underneath each rope and slowly burning through the rope. Elizabeth began desperately pulling at her legs with all of might in order to get her feet out of the stocks. Before she knew it, the goats were on their way to her baby soft, hyper-ticklish feet. She began to panic even more and became frantic as the goats drew closer and closer.
They made contact.
The tickling sensation was so explosive that she jumped about three inches off the table at the first lick. The goats’ tongues are a thousand time more unbearable than the cats’. Elizabeth bucked and bounced about in total hysteria. Soon she collapsed on the table with her arms wrapped around her stomach and simply melted into pure and unimaginable hysterics.
The rest of the month Chuck had Elizabeth’s feet tickle tortured with feathers, and disembodied hands with vibrating fingertips. Chuck loved to torture Elizabeth with feather boas. He would take four five foot long boas and place them in between the toes of her right foot. Chuck would slowly slide the boas back and forth as if he were flossing Elizabeth’s adorable toes. She would just fall back laughing. This would tickle Elizabeth so much that she became as limp as a dead person. She would try to clinch her toes together in an attempt to hold the boas, but it tickled so much that she could not hold on for long. Chuck loved to see her sweaty naked body tremble in unbridled laughter. When he was done with one set of toes, he’d floss Elizabeth’s other set of toes. The other thing he loved about tickling her was when her bladder would empty out that was when Chuck knew that Elizabeth was truly tickled pink by the whole thing.
Finally the month had come to an end. Elizabeth rested on her bed weeping like a little schoolgirl. Chuck came and sat next to her.
“Have we learned our lesson?” he asked.
Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
“Are we going to be a good girl from now on?”
Again she nodded.
“Good.”
Chuck left the room, and Elizabeth fell into a deep sound sleep.
The next thing she knew was that she was suspended in midair about waist high in the middle of the room. Elizabeth was stretched taunt in the spread eagle position. She knew that it was no use to try to get freed. She looked and saw a single candle in a candle stand.
Chuck appeared and stood next to her.
“Did you have a nice restful sleep?”
She did not say a word.
“We are going to play a game.” Spoke Chuck. “I call it By Candle Light. It is a fun game. You are going to be so tickled by it.”
Elizabeth began trembling and crying because she simply could not take anymore of the tickling.
“The way the game is played is that when I light this candle, nice slender feathers will appear and begin to tickle your horribly and unbearably ticklish flesh. The feather will only stop when the candle goes out, understand?”
All Elizabeth could do was cry.
“Good. I see that you do understand. Now lets begin.”
Chuck lit a match and lit the candle. Just as he had spoken sets of feathers appeared as soon as he lit the candle. Elizabeth had feathers tickling the hollows of her silky soft armpits, her luscious breast, her ribs, belly, sides, hips, inner thighs, the bottoms and tops of her baby soft feet, her firm ass, her back, and her ankles. Chuck made sure that every part of Elizabeth’s gorgeous naked body was being tickled. Chuck had feather boas sliding in between her toes. Elizabeth was totally and completely conscious of feather snaking and sliding effortlessly across her hyper-ticklish body.
Chuck simply stood there admiring his handy work. Elizabeth was violently shaking her head back and forth, which made her hair whip wildly about as if in a tornado.
Chuck left his ticklish beauty alone. All Elizabeth could do was laugh. As time went by the tickling became more and more maddening. Endless hours passed by before the candle finally was extinguished.
The feathers halted their assault. If it were not for the genie magic that held her in place, Elizabeth would have fallen limp on the floor. She was undeniable physical and mentally exhausted. Her whole body glistened with sweat. Her hair plastered to her sweaty head, and her mind in a state of delirium. Elizabeth’s chest was heavily heaving up and down in an attempt to grasp every ounce of air she could get into her aching lungs. On the floor was a huge wet pattern.
After Elizabeth regained her composure, Chuck appeared with a new candle. He placed the candle in the stand. When Elizabeth saw the new candle she began to beg Chuck for mercy in that not to light it.
Chuck flicked his bic.
For an entire month they played the game, By Candle Light. Elizabeth ended with pteronophobia, which is a fear of being tickled by feathers, and she also gained a fear of candles.
When Elizabeth finally was given some rest time, she found herself lying on the floor. Chuck was sitting on a plush recliner as naked as Elizabeth.
“Give me a foot job.” Spoke Chuck.
Elizabeth got into position and began to rub, massage and caress Chuck’s enormous dick with her warm baby soft feet. From the first touch of her supple tender feet Chuck’s cock became as hard as adamantium. Although this was not as overwhelming as having Elizabeth giving him a blowjob it was great all the same. Chuck was enjoying every stroke of Elizabeth’s fondling feet. As time went on, Elizabeth milked Chuck a number of times. In the end, her feet were covered with cum.
“I’ll clean your feet.” Replied Chuck.
In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth was wrapped up like a birthday gift. Only her head and feet were exposed. She was still lying on the floor with her feet securely bound in a set of stocks that rested on Chuck’s legs. He grabbed a soft fine tipped artist brush and some soapy water and began to clean Elizabeth’s naked feet.
She was hopping off the floor every few seconds as she felt each bristle caress and slide across her silky soft, hyper-ticklish feet. Chuck was taking his time and relishing every shriek and howl that came out this insanely ticklish beauty. The inhumane tickling became even more maddening when Chuck twirled the bristles across her toes. Elizabeth would just about laugh her head off in total and unabated hysteria. Chuck was merciless on her toes.
After cleaning her feet, Chuck put the shaving brush away, and he began to play This Little Piggy with Elizabeth’s cute adorable toes. He took his time with each toe. Chuck loved her feet. Following “the game” he grabs a pen-like instrument, which the tip vibrates. He began to trace the wrinkles of her feet with the vibrating pen. Elizabeth peed herself, again. Chuck slowly slid the pen over every wrinkle of her incredibly hyper-ticklish feet. Elizabeth was simply beside herself in sheer maddening hysteria. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop Chuck. Elizabeth was at his mercy, or lack of. What caused Elizabeth to just about crawl out of her own skin was when Chuck slid the pen in between her toes. She jumped about three inches off the floor and was plunged into a state of unconditional silent screaming laughter. Chuck would look at his ticklish beauty and saw tears streaming down her twisted and disfigured face. He knew that it was unbearable torture for her, but he just loved tickling Elizabeth so much. Afterwards, Chuck began to use the soles of her soft supple feet like writing paper. He wrote whatever came to his mind. Hours went by as Elizabeth felt the vibrating tip travel across her feet. It looked like Chuck was writing “The Great American Novel”.
Chuck loved it when Elizabeth would wet herself. It was telling Chuck that he was tickle torturing Elizabeth in all the right ways.
After writing “the novel”, Elizabeth instantly was upon a table and bound in the spread eagle position. She was so exhausted that Chuck gave her time to recover.
Elizabeth awoke to the sweet smell of baby oil. She craned her head to see Chuck rubbing the ointment all over her body.
“I see that you are awake, good. Just in time for my next fiendish idea of torturing you.”
Elizabeth was too terrified to say a word. “This may smell like baby oil, but it is not.” Replied Chuck. “This is a new elixir I just came up with. I call it Tickle Oil. I know I’ve made you horribly and indescribably ticklish, but this will magnify your ticklishness to unimaginable heights.”
Elizabeth began trembling with fear. Her heart pounding in her chest so hard that Chuck could actually her chest bulge with every beat.
“Lets have some fun.” Spoke Chuck as he finished rubbing her down. Elizabeth peed herself again she was so consumed with horror. All Chuck did was have a huge sadistic satisfying grin as he saw the beauty wet herself. He sat next to her and started to wiggle his fingers, which looked hungry for her ticklish flesh. Suddenly a mild buzzing sound was heard.
“Vibrating fingertips.” Chuck said. “You’ll be crawling out of your own skin in no time.” Elizabeth tightly closed her eyes shut and held her breath in anticipation of the inevitable.
Chuck was right. As soon as his fingertips touched Elizabeth’s flesh, she just about tore clean out of her own skin. She arched her back about seven inches off the table. When she came back down, Elizabeth was violently bucking and thrashing about as if Chuck was jolting her with electricity. She gasped for each breath to meet the screams of laughter that exploded out of her aching lungs.
Chuck snaked his fingers with the greatest of ease over Elizabeth horrifically hyper-ticklish flesh. He would “draw” figure-8 patterns in the hollows of her armpits. Tickle torture tease her sweet delectable breast. He gave her the Ten Finger Tickle Torture on her sides. What Chuck really loved to do to Elizabeth was to use his vibrating index finger and slowly draw patterns on her incredibly sexy belly. He loved torturing her belly button. He would circle her belly button driving her totally mad with hysterics; then, he would place his finger in her belly button and wiggle it. Elizabeth would go utterly bonkers with hysteria.
Time went by so slowly for Elizabeth. She had no idea how long Chuck tickled her with his modified fingers. He gave her one rest period. She threw up at this point. Chuck went and took a seat at her gorgeous feet. He got out his new tickle tool: Tickle Rods. The rods are as thick as a pencil, about three feet long, and covered with a thin layer of felt. Chuck placed the rods in between toes of her right foot.
The rods came alive. Elizabeth erupted in unabated hysterics once more. Chuck slowly slid the rods back and forth. The slower he slid the rods the more excruciating the tickling sensation became. He tortured her toes for unknown hours. When her was done with those toes, Chuck switched the rods to Elizabeth’s other toes, and the tickling continued.
Following this ticklish night terror, Chuck gave Elizabeth a break. She was unbelievably exhausted. Her beautiful brunette hair glued to her sweaty head. Her eyes were rolled up in the back of her head. Her insanely gorgeous naked body was drenched with sweat.
Elizabeth woke to find herself securely strapped to an X frame on the floor. Chuck was applying more of the Tickle Oil on her pussy. Chuck had caused her pussy hairs to vanish leaving her baby soft and silky smooth. Chuck also applied the oil on her upper body, hips, inner thighs, and feet.
“Now the cats.”
Elizabeth began to struggle in sheer desperation in an attempt of breaking free. The cats appeared at their appointed spots. The cats began to lick Elizabeth’s insanely tickle spots. She screamed and hollered like a banshee as she felt their sandpaper textured tongues licking her naked body. The cat licking her shaved genitals was almost as unbearable as the cats licking her feet. The cat licking Elizabeth’s genitals was driving her out of her mind with multiple orgasms. As it licked her genitals, its whiskers were gently brushing against her inner thighs.
Hours slowly passed by as Chuck simply sat by and masturbated while Elizabeth was in utter and absolute hysteria.
When it was over, Elizabeth was once more suspended in midair. This time Chuck had the entire room filled with three-wick candle that each lasts an entire year. Elizabeth saw the candle and begged and pleaded that Chuck not light the candle. One by one he lit the wicks. The sadistic looking feathers appeared again and began to tickle every inch of Elizabeth’s hyper-ticklish naked body. As each candle ended another candle automatically lit thus the tickling would continue without missing a stroke. She was unaware that the candle gave off a high concentration of Nitrous Oxide.
Thus Chuck left the room leaving the indescribably and insanely drop dead gorgeous Elizabeth Hurley to a ticklish existence, forever and ever.
Hysterical Hurley Pt. III
Elizabeth laid on the floor completely exhausted from the last of Chuck’s imaginative and sadistic Ticklethons. After about an hour, she was still heaving and whizzing every breath. She threw up, again. Finally Elizabeth collapsed on the floor and passed out.
Elizabeth woke up in the room she has been in for who knows how long. Only this time she noticed what seemed to look like a glass wall dividing the room in half. In the other room was Chuck, and next to him was an object underneath a black tarp.
“I see that you have finally woke. That’s good.” Spoke Chuck with such a demonic bliss on his face. “Well I’m glad. I would not want you to miss this part my dear.”
“Please, Chuck. No more!” pleaded Elizabeth as she was on her knees. “I-I can’t take anymore. Please I’m begging you.”
Chuck just loved the way she begged. That British accent makes it just that much sexier.
Without a second to lose Chuck threw off the tarp to show the hidden object.
Elizabeth was shocked and speechless as looked to that it was an almost exact likeness of her, from her long brunette hair and beautiful blue eyes to her incredible gorgeous legs and beautiful feet. It looked so real it was as if Chuck had cloned her.
“How do you like it?” Asked an excited Chuck. “It is a life size voodoo doll of you.”
When Elizabeth heard that, she blood became ice cold with fear.
“Please, Chuck not that. Anything but that.”
Chuck produced a slender feather and began to slowly drag it up and down doll’s belly. The real Elizabeth began to giggle hysterically as she fell on the floor and started to frantically brush her hands across her belly in an attempt to knock the feather away from her ticklish belly.
After a minute, Chuck stopped, and Elizabeth regained her composure.
“Now let the fun begin.”
Before Elizabeth could say anything, the voodoo doll was suspended horizontally in midair and in spread eagle position. A number of slender feathers appeared and began to tease-tickle torture the voodoo doll.
Instantly Elizabeth began rolling on the ground jerking and squirming wildly about as she felt the feathers mercilessly tickling her naked body. She fought in an attempt to subdue the tickling sensation, but it was like fighting off invisible feathers.
Chuck simply looked on in delight as he viewed his fiendish handy work. When her feet were tickled, she swatted at her feet even though she knew that it was no good she still had to do something. Every once and awhile Elizabeth would make an attempt to get on her feet only to take a step or two and collapse on the floor in uncontrollable laughter.
As time slowly ticked by, Elizabeth ended on the floor limp as a dead person in utter and hysterical laughter. All she could do is laugh as she felt the feathers sliding all over her excruciatingly ticklish body.
Chuck walked through the glass wall to find out just how much fight Elizabeth had in her. In the end he found out that she did not have much left in her due to her ceaseless laughter.
Chuck left the room thus leaving his ticklish beauty to the mercies of the feathers.
A week later Chuck returned to find Elizabeth in a pool of sweat and urine, and still in a state of indescribable hysteria. He made the feathers stop tickling the voodoo doll. Elizabeth was greatly relieved. When she recovered from her ticklish ordeal, she found that she was suspended horizontally and in the spread eagle position next to the voodoo doll.
“P-Please n-no more!” Begged the British beauty. “I-I’ll do any thing you want. I’ll go down on you again, but please no more!”
“I’ve thought of a new form of tickle torture for you, Elizabeth.”
“W-What are you going to do?” inquired Hurley.
Chuck produced a long wispy feather and had it inches from the voodoo doll’s nose. Elizabeth’s beautiful blue eyes grew big with stark terror as she realized what Chuck had in store for her.
“No! Not that!! I’ll go mad!!”
Chuck began to tickle the nose of the doll only for Elizabeth to feel the maddening tickling sensation. Elizabeth began to violently shake her head back and forth in a futile effort to be rid of the sensation. Chuck would tickle the inside of the doll’s nostrils, which simply drove Elizabeth utterly insane. Chuck released the feather to torture the British beauty on its own while Chuck produced two more slender wispy feathers to tickle the inside of Elizabeth’s lovely ears. This just propelled Elizabeth into a state of sheer lunacy. She did her best to relieve herself of the unbearable tickling madness, but it was all in vain.
Chuck caused Elizabeth’s head to stand still so as she would not injure her neck. This caused the tickling to be even more excruciatingly. Tears were streaming down from the corners of her lovely blue eyes. Next, Chuck had disembodied hands appear and begin to tickle torture the voodoo doll. Elizabeth went absolutely bonkers in unbridled hysteria as she felt dozens of invisible fingernails snaking their way across her unbearably ticklish body. She bucked and thrashed about in indescribable agony. What almost sent her to crawl out of her own skin were the fingertips that were tickling around her bellybutton and tickling inside her navel. That with the tickling of her nose and ears drove Elizabeth over the edge of sanity. Chuck left the room leaving Hurley to an cruel and fiendish tickle session.
A few days later Chuck returned to see his British beauty in such ticklish agony. Elizabeth’s naked body was drenched with sweat. Her eyes were red and puffy from the seemingly endless tickling, her lovely long brunette hair plastered to her head. Chuck made the feathers and hand vanish from tickling the voodoo doll. Chuck released Elizabeth from the hold and she fell on to a mattress.
Chuck went to check her condition. Elizabeth had that far off look in her lovely blue eyes. Drool was dribbling from a corner of her mouth, she was a total wreck. Chuck allowed her to rest, so she could endure even more inhumane and sadistic tickle tortures.
For the next hour Elizabeth could be heard whizzing with each staggering breath from her aching lungs. It was not so much the length of time that she was tickled it was just that Chuck had made Elizabeth so unbearably ticklish that even the mere thought of being tickled caused her to sometimes laugh uncontrollably.
Following her rest Elizabeth found herself in medieval stocks. She was seated on a padded stool with her feet, hands, and head in the stocks. She craned her head to get a good look at Chuck.
“Comfortable?” asked her sadistic tickler.
“Please. No more.” Elizabeth pleaded as she was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take thins anymore. What have I ever done to you to deserve this.”
She lowered her head and began to weep. Chuck sat in front of Elizabeth, lifted her head and looked soulfully into her beautiful blue eyes.
“You have not done anything against me” He replied emotionlessly. “It’s just that I’ve always dreamt of tickle torturing you to my heart’s content. You have no earthly idea how many nights I’ve laid in bed jacking off as I fantasized tickling you to no ends. Now for more laughs.”
Chuck stood up and produced a pair of cats. Elizabeth looked up to see them and fear was clearly etched on her face.
“N-No. Not the cats! Anything but the cats! I beg of you, mercy!”
“We are going to make a game of it.” Gloated Chuck. “Your seat can detect the slightest amount of urine on it. Now the game is one of endurance. If you can keep from wetting yourself for 24 hours you are free to go home.” (of course she is never going to make it. Where would the fun be if she gets to go home?) “But if you do not make it. You and I will go back to the beginning of time where you will be my tickle slave. That’s a couple of billions and billions of years of ceaseless laughter.”
Chuck placed the cats on the floor, took a bucket and smeared a healthy amount of tuna oil and chicken grease all over Elizabeth’s insanely beautiful and hyper-ticklish feet. She laughed hysterically as Chuck slowly dragged the brush up and down her feet.
Chuck took a seat off to the side and enjoyed the show.
“Please kitty cats don’t lick my feet.” Pleaded Elizabeth in a vain effort to detour the kittens. “Shoo, Shoo. Oh please don’t lick my feet.” She frantically spoke all the while the cats drew closer and closer to their tasty treats.
The cats made contact with Elizabeth’s baby soft and delicious feet. The tickling sensation was so intense that she hopped an inch off the stool as she felt the first of countless lick going up her unbearably ticklish feet.
Chuck had made her feet immobile so there was no way that Elizabeth could wiggle her feet about in an attempt to evade the licking of her feet.
Elizabeth became incoherently hysterical in a matter of seconds. She was wildly waving her hands about and her breath-takingly-gorgeous face became twisted and contorted in sheer and absolute agony. Elizabeth’s feet were so sensitive that she felt every barb of the cats’ rough sandpaper textured tongue slide up her feet. What simply sent her crawling up the walls was when the cats would lick in between her toes. As time slowly ticked by, The room was saturated with Elizabeth’s rich alto laughter as it grew in magnitude.
After about an hour of watching Elizabeth, Chuck went over and knelt next to her. “Your bladder should be feeling rather full by now.” He teased her. “Don’t worry. You only have twenty three long agonizing hours to keep from wetting yourself, and you can go home.”
He was amazed at just how horrible tickled Elizabeth was. Her hair matted to her head, her face in indescribably anguish, drool dripping from her mouth.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I HAFTA PEE!! SO BAD!!” Elizabeth managed. Her sexy British accent just made all the begging even more desirably. Chuck was right. She felt her bladder swell to twice its normal size. Elizabeth did her best to turn her attention to keeping her butt cheeks tightly together, but with the cats licking her feet it was extremely hard to do so.
“AHAHAHAHA!!! I—CAN’T—BREATHE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh PLEZZZZ! MERCY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“It doesn’t matter if you can’t breathe, Elizabeth. I told you that I’ve made you immortal. You don’t have to eat, sleep, or breathe. Well, I guess it is time for me to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chuck stood up and turned to leave Elizabeth in utter and sadistic ticklish agony.
“HAHAHAHAHA!! DON’T LEAVE ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Chuck ignored her pleas and simply vanished.
With no one in the room the tickling just became even more intolerable.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!! OH PLEEZZ!! SOMEONE HELP!!! HAHAHAHA!! IT TICKLES!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
Chuck came back with an hour till the 24-hour deadline, and Elizabeth was still in stitches. He went to see if the seat was wet. Not yet, but that can change.
“I see that you have still yet to wet yourself. Well, I have something that can change all of that.”
Chuck produced two slender wispy feathers. “Now how about those lovely armpits?”
He placed the feathers to tickle the deep hollows of Elizabeth’s armpits. He stepped back and watched as her laughter doubled. Her face became even more contorted with sheer agony.
“Come on, Elizabeth. You must be wanting to pee so bad that you can taste it.”
She nods her head.
Finally it happened. Elizabeth Hurley peed herself.
The cats and feathers melted away, and Elizabeth was so relieved that the pressure on her bladder was over. Suddenly the look of sheer terror over came her, but before she could say a word, she was stretched out in mid-air. Chuck walked over and stood next to her.
“Hello, my ticklish sweet.” Spoke Chuck with such an evil grin from ear to ear. “Are we ready to laugh for all eternity?”
“Please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this.” Elizabeth asked as her entire naked body trembled in terror.
“Where shall I begin? Under your arms? Or the soles of your beautiful feet?”
After a moments pause. “I think I’ll have the vibrating fingers tickle your beautiful body while I give your exquisite feet my undivided attention.”
Chuck took a seat at her feet and the disembodied hands appeared mere inches from Elizabeth’s body with wiggling fingers itching for her horribly ticklish flesh.
“Let’s begin.” Was all that he spoke.
The fingers began their work on her. Elizabeth bucked and thrashed about like she has never done so before the tickling sensation was truly like electricity surging through her body and exploding in her brain. She screamed and hollered like a rapid banshee. It looked as if was really going to crawl out of her skin to get freed of this inhumane and sadistic ticklish situation, but Chuck knew that there was no way he would ever let his ticklish British beauty get away from him.
The fingers were fulfilling their duties in torturing Elizabeth, which left her beautiful feet for him, just the way he likes it.
“Lookie what we have here…Piggies!” Chuck began to play This Little Piggy with her lovely toes. With each touch of her toes Elizabeth shrieked and howled a little more in pure hysteria. Chuck made a dessert feast out of her feet. He smeared chocolate icing all over Elizabeth’s feet and took his sweet time with her sweet feet. She felt every lick of his warm wet tongue as it slide up the sloes of her feet and in between her toes. It simply drove her mad. He had a vast variety of sweets to cover hr feet with: puddings, syrups, whip cream, peanut butter(plain and extra chunky), etc..
As the eons slowly went by at a snail’s pace, Chuck gave Elizabeth a couple of breaks, granted they weren’t much or very long because he simply loved and relished every second of tickling her to his heart’s content and infinity beyond. He would sometime leave her in the room for a few centuries all alone.
One day he came back and gave Elizabeth a rest.
“Well, I’ve been to the future, and I’ve seen when time ends. In one hour it will be all over.”
Elizabeth was so happy had such a huge smile on her face began to laugh in joy because the nightmare will once and for all come to an end.
“You know what that means?” asked Chuck.
“Yes, you bastard. It means that you can no longer tickle me” Replied Elizabeth.
“No. It means that you and I will go once more go back to the beginning of time, and I get to have fun with you all over again.
The shock look on Elizabeth’s face was a true delight for Chuck as he began to tickle her feet with a stiff shaving brush.
THE END
“HELP!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” She screamed, but her pleas were answered only by thunderous silence.
Suddenly a billow of smoke appeared and out stepped a man. The man went and sat next to Elizabeth. She cringed to one side as he sat down.
“How are you doing?” asked the man. “My name is Chuck.”
“What do you want with me? How did I get here?” asked Elizabeth.
“First I must say that you are even more insanely drop dead gorgeous than I could have ever envisioned. Now for your questions. How did you get here? You see, Liz. One day I came upon a lamp. I rubbed it and out came this genie. I made my three wishes in a way that allowed me to be a powerful freed genie.”
Elizabeth did not like the sound of this.
“Now for your second question. What I plan to do to you I have been fantasizing about this for such a long time now it is going to come true. You see, Liz, I brought you here just for some laughs.”
With that Chuck produced two slender feathers. Elizabeth’s eyes just about popped out of her head when she realized what she was in for.
“N-No! Y-You won’t do that. P-Please don’t tickle me.” Begged Liz.
Chuck was very pleased to finally find out that the girl of his wet dreams was just as ticklish as she is drop dead gorgeous.
“Yes I’m going to tickle you, but we are going to make game out of it. We are going to play a modified version of “Uncle”. Every time you say “Uncle” an article of clothing will disappear until you are completely butt naked; then, the real fun will begin.”
Without another word Chuck began to tickle Elizabeth Hurley’s sexy silky smooth armpits. One thing that Chuck neglected to tell Liz is that the feathers are magical. Whatever is being tickled becomes a little more ticklish with each stroke.
From the get go Elizabeth was complete hysterical laughter. She was shaking her head wildly back and forth as she felt the tips of the feathers slide effortlessly across her terribly ticklish armpits. Chuck was ecstatic with just how ticklish her pits are.
Like a true tickle master, Chuck worked those feathers with the greatest of ease. The feathers looked alive as they twirled, and glided on Elizabeth’s underarms. She tried with all her might to pull her arms down in order to stop the tickling, but that was not going to happen. Tears mixed with eyeliner began to stream down Elizabeth’s hysterical face. Chuck lost all sense of time. He had no idea how long it was before Elizabeth gathered enough concentration and breath to say the word, “Uncle.”
At the sound of the word, Elizabeth’s pink tank top melted away. Immediately Chuck left the feathers on their own to tickle torture Elizabeth’s armpits, and he began to tickle her flat sexy belly and sides.
Elizabeth’s hysterics doubled in magnitude when Chuck performed The Ten Finger Tickle Torture. His fingers snaked and slithered all over her tummy and sides. Soon Elizabeth became so tickled she simply melted into total and absolute hysterics. Her belly trembling in unbridled laughter. She would sometimes go into a state of Chuck’s favorite response: silent laughter. Elizabeth would go mute for about 10- 30 seconds, her mouth wide open with silent howling laughing pouring out.
During this time, Chuck noticed Liz clenching her thighs tightly together in an effort from wetting her pants. Chuck had a solution to this problem. He stopped tickling Liz’s belly and sides. Chuck took a deep breath, placed his mouth on Elizabeth’s adorable belly button and gave her a nice long and steady raspberry. Elizabeth could not take it anymore she peed her pants. She also exploded into a new gale of hysterical laughter.
When Chuck stopped, Elizabeth managed to gather some air to say, “Uncle”. Her jeans vanished revealing her incredible sexy and toned legs. “Three more times” thought Chuck and the real fun begins.
Chuck produced two more feathers and began to tickle Elizabeth’s inner thighs. He also made appear a pair of disembodied hands that tickled Liz’s tummy and sides. Elizabeth could not stand it anymore. She thought that she was going to go absolutely insane. Her lungs, face, and stomach were aching so bad it was unbearable. Chuck loved the way she laughed. It was like the laughter of a little schoolgirl and her sexy British accent made the laughter even more intoxicating to the ears.
Elizabeth was doing her best not to say, “Uncle” because she knew that things were going to really get laid open if she said the magic word again.
“Come on, Liz.” Spoke Chuck. “Say it. Say, “Uncle””
She could not take it any longer and Elizabeth said the word. Instantly her bra disappeared. Chuck looked and saw her perfectly shaped naked breast.
Chuck leapt to her side and began to tickle Elizabeth’s exquisite breast. He had no idea that her breast would be so ticklish. Elizabeth shook violently back and forth in order to knock the “Tickle-Spiders” off. Her nipples became erect and hard enough to cut diamonds.
“Uncle” was spoken again. As soon as her panties vanished, Elizabeth lost control of her bladder, again. Chuck took another feather and had it tickling Elizabeth’s genitals. She was racked in total hysterics.
Chuck was relishing every second of tickle torturing the most beautiful woman to ever walk the face of the earth. On the other hand, Elizabeth was in absolute agony. All she wanted was for the tickling to stop, or at least to pass out. It was simply unbearable.
After another ten minutes, Elizabeth finally said, “Uncle”. Her socks and shoes melted away revealing her exquisitely beautiful feet. Immediately Chuck made all the feathers and hands disappear, and he rushed over and sat at Elizabeth’s feet. She was utterly exhausted for the merciless tickle torture she endured. Liz’s chest was heavily heaving up and down grasping for every ounce of air to get into her aching lungs. Her naked body glistening with sweat.
Chuck just sat at her feet admiring their perfect flawlessness. His mouth dropped open in total awe of Elizabeth’s gorgeous naked feet. Chuck felt his penis becoming as hard as a diamond as he grazed upon Elizabeth’s feet. He took a deep whiff of her feet and Chuck’s mouth began to water by the smell of her heady foot odor. When he finally came out of his stupor, Chuck had that sadistic look in his eyes.
“Lookie what we have here? Piggies.”
Elizabeth crane her head to see with great horror what Chuck had in mind for her. “N-No Not my feet!! Anything else, b-but not my feet! I-I’ll go insane. P-Please I’m begging you!! Anything else!! You have no idea how horribly ticklish my feet are!! Please I’m begging you!!”
Elizabeth began to struggle with renewed strength. She stopped for a moment and looked down at Chuck who had this sadistic bliss on his face. Fear now had such a grip on Elizabeth that all she could do was slowly shake her head in protest and mouth the word, “No” over and over as Chuck’s index finger and thumb were opening and closing like pinches as they drew near to her toes in order to start playing This Little Piggy.
The game began.
“This little piggy went to market.” Spoke Chuck as he grabbed the big toe of Elizabeth’s right foot. Elizabeth threw her head back in absolute hysterical laughter as Chuck gentle wiggled and twisted her toe. Chuck was utterly amazed at just how insanely ticklish Liz’s toes were. As Chuck went through the rhyme, she sank deeper into a vast ocean of hysterics.
After he finished the first five toes, Chuck let Liz catch her breath.
“Now for the sequel.”
Before Elizabeth could say anything, Chuck began to work on her left toes. Liz went completely bonkers. Chuck was relishing every second on tickle torturing this insanely gorgeous woman.
Following the “game”, Chuck said, “You know, Liz. All of this tickling can really work up an appetite. I think I’m in the mood for something sweet.”
Chuck produced a canister of Cool-Whip. “No! No! Please not that!! Not my feet!!” begged Elizabeth as she saw Chuck pop open the lid. She giggled uncontrollably as Chuck smothered the cream all over her feet.
Without a word Chuck began to slowly lick the whip cream off Elizabeth’s feet. She went completely berserk. Liz was violently thrusting her head from side to side as she felt Chuck’s warm wet tongue slide up her feet. He was really taking his time savoring every morsel of whip cream. Next the thing that sent Liz over the deep edge of utter and maddening hysterics was when Chuck began to lick in between her toes. Elizabeth had a stream of tears running down her twisted and contorted face. She was utterly breathless with unbridled laughter. She peed herself one more time. After Chuck finished licking her feet clean, he put more whip cream on Liz’s feet. She was so tired that she did not even have the strength to say anything. Although when Chuck started on her feet, Elizabeth once again became alive with unadulterated laughter. Her body just trembling in hysterics. Chuck had enough whip cream to keep Liz in agonizing laughter for about thirty minutes.
Following his “meal” of sweet feet Chuck began to do symphony raspberries on Elizabeth’s feet.
Elizabeth was bucking and thrashing like a wild bronco. She was howling and shrieking like a banshee. Chuck would work on one foot at a time. Elizabeth felt the tickling sensation surge up her leg like a torrent of electricity and detonate in her brain like a myriad of nuclear explosions. Liz would hop a few inches off the bed with each raspberry. Soon she was so utterly consumed by the tickling that she just laid on the bed in her own sweat. Her long brunette hair plastered to her head. Elizabeth’s eye make-up wash completely off.
The entire day went by at a snail’s pace for Elizabeth. Mere seconds were like eons for her. She has never in all of her days been in such excruciating agony.
“Well it is time for me to hit the hay.” Spoke Chuck.
A huge wave of relief came crashing down of Elizabeth. She had a small grin and look of peace. “I get to have some rest.” She thought to herself.
“But I’m not going to leave you alone.”
With that Chuck caused six pairs of disembodied hands to appear. The hands looked feminine with long slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails A pair of hands were inches from Elizabeth’s horribly and insanely ticklish flesh. A pair was at her armpits, breast, ribs, sides, hips, and her feet.
“Good night.” Spoke Chuck as he turned off the lights and left the room.
When the hands began tickling Elizabeth, her beautiful blue eyes just about popped out of her head. She felt all sixty fingernails lightly scratching her unbearably ticklish skin. This was going to be the longest night of Elizabeth Hurley’s life. All she wanted was for the tickling to stop. It was simply too unbearable. She hoped that she would soon pass out or die just as long as the tickling would stop. During the night, Elizabeth peed herself for a third time.
Morning came and Chuck went to see just how his ticklish beauty was doing. He entered the room and saw the hands still tickling Elizabeth, but she had passed out during the night. Her head was to one side with her sweaty hair covering most of her face. Chuck had made Liz so indescribably ticklish that even though she had passed out her brain was still registering the tickling sensation. Chuck noticed that Liz would flinch and jerk every once and a while as the hands continued to tickle her.
Elizabeth awoke with a jerk to foul stench of smelling salts. She looked to see that she was no longer tied on the bed. This time Liz was on her knees strapped to the floor with her arms suspended above her head. Standing in front of her was Chuck.
“No!! Please, no more tickling!! I’m begging you!! Have mercy!! I-I can’t take it anymore!!” pleaded Elizabeth.
“Don’t worry” spoke Chuck. “I have other plans for you.”
Elizabeth noticed a huge bulge in Chuck’s pants, and she looked up at Chuck who was wearing a shark’s grin and had that certain look in his eyes.
“Y-Yes. I’ll suck your dick, but please no more tickling.”
Chuck unzipped his pants and puled out his penis. Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide in amazement as to how huge Chuck was. “Now remember, Liz. When you stop, you will return to the bed for more tickling.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement. “Now shall we begin?”
Elizabeth opened her mouth and devoured Chuck’s penis. Chuck was instantly thrusted into a world of sheer ecstasy. He felt her warm wet tongue sliding up and down his rock hard penis. It felt like Elizabeth was giving his penis a thorough massage. Whenever Elizabeth would gently rub the tip of his penis, Chuck would just about lost his mind and his knees would grow weak due to the electrifying pleasure. Chuck moaned and groaned in total and absolute rapture. He had never felt anything like this in all his life. After about what seemed like an eternity, Chuck got his composure back and was relishing every second of his blowjob. He looked down at Elizabeth’s soft smooth armpits and placed his wiggling fingers millimeters away from them. Elizabeth’s eyes widened with fear; then, she tightly closed her eyes as she awaited the inevitable.
Chuck began to lightly tickle Elizabeth’s armpits. Chuck enjoyed hearing Liz’s muffled laughter. This just caused him to get more aroused and more harder. He continued to torment his ticklish beauty for about ten more minutes.
In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth found herself back on the bed. This time she was in a sleeping bag with only her head and feet sticking out, and her feet were placed inches apart in padded wooden stocks. She tried to move, but the sleeping bag was securely strapped to the bed, she was immobile.
Chuck was at her feet and had a nice slender feather. Elizabeth was able to lift her head in order to see Chuck who was slowly waving the feather back and forth.
“No! Please!! Not again. I-I’m begging you! Please have mercy!! I’ll go insane!! Let me go down on you again. I promise I’ll do a better job this time.”
Ignoring her pleas Chuck began to sadistically and mercilessly tickle torture Elizabeth Hurley’s feet. Chuck totally loved to tickle feet. They are his favorite spot to tickle. He methodically drew the tip of the feather slowly up and down her excruciatingly and insanely ticklish feet. The more he tickled Liz’s feet the more ticklish they become. She violently shook her head back and forth screaming and hollering at the top of her lungs in agonizing hysterics. Elizabeth felt the tip of the feather skating across the sole of her tickled foot. Chuck had caused her feet to also be immobile and, he had her cute adorable toes spread apart. What really sent Elizabeth over the deep end was when Chuck would slid the feather in between her toes. He would torture one foot at a time. She would feel one foot being tickled; then, she would feel the feather tickle the other foot.
Time went by like cold molasses for Elizabeth. Mere seconds might as well have been hours.
Finally Chuck stopped. Elizabeth was a massive tickled mess. Chuck had tickled her hoarse. He gave Liz time to get her composure back. He heard her whizzing as she was catching her breath. Chuck had truly tickled her breathless.
It took Elizabeth nearly thirty minutes to catch her breath.
Chuck went and sat next to her. “You have now been tickled for an entire day-24 hours. Although this is just the beginning. I’m going to keep you her forever and ever as my tickle slave. With my powers of a genie I’m going to make you immortal. You will never grow old, you will never die. The inhumane and sadistic tickle tortures I have in store for you are the things that night terrors are made of. You might as well consider yourself in Tickle Hell because that is what it is going to feel like.”
As Chuck continued to describe what he had in store for her, Elizabeth began shaking her head in disbelief. She stared crying and blubbering like a little baby.
It was true. Elizabeth was in Tickle Hell. Chuck would tickle her for days even weeks, non-stop. He especially loved and adored her feet. Chuck would sometimes rub a mixture of honey and peanut butter all over Liz’s feet, and it would take hours for him to totally lick her feet clean. Often he’d place vibrating toes separators which just caused Elizabeth to almost crawl out of her own skin.
Chuck had an infinite imagination. There was no telling what or how he was going to fiendishly tickle torture her.
Amazingly Chuck would give Elizabeth a day or two of rest. On those days she became his sex toy. Elizabeth did absolutely and everything that was asked of her. She would go down on him and do an amazing job, and Elizabeth would rock his world when they had sex. Her days of rest were few and far in between because Chuck loved to tickle her so much.
She absolutely dreaded when Chuck would tell her that time is up. Elizabeth would drop to her knees begging and groveling asking Chuck not to tickle her anymore. She would promise to make the sex more enjoyable and do a better job going down on him.
Chuck would be oblivious to her pleas and position Elizabeth for her next “Ticklethon”.
Hysterical Hurley Pt. 2
Amazingly Chuck would give Elizabeth a day or two of rest. On those days she became his sex toy. Elizabeth did absolutely everything that was asked of her. Although, Elizabeth would have to work for it. Chuck would place a chastity belt on Liz and place a small slender feather in the belt in order to tickle her clit. For two days she wore the belt. Elizabeth would get unbelievably horny, but Chuck never allowed her to climax. By the end of the first day Liz would be on the floor rolling around, beating on the belt and trying to tear it off so she could remove the feather and finger herself in order of have an orgasm. Elizabeth would end up screaming at the top of her lungs begging and pleading for Chuck to remove the belt and for him to have sex with her. At the end of the two days both Elizabeth and Chuck were in bed. Chuck made the feather and belt vanish. Elizabeth practically raped Chuck that first time. Liz was so incredibly horny they did not go three times, but four times.
During one of the weekends she had “off”, Elizabeth made her first and only mistake. After she and Chuck broke, yet another, bed from having sex all night, Elizabeth awoke and looked over at Chuck who had a huge grin from ear to ear. Just the sight of him made Elizabeth’s stomach turn, and it was not from all the laughing that she has been doing. She took a firm grip of her pillow and smashed it into Chuck’s face. Elizabeth used all of her might in hopes of smothering Chuck to death.
“DIE YOU, BASTARD! DIE!” she growled.
Chuck was struggling underneath the pillow. His arms flailing about. The more he struggled the more adamant Elizabeth was in killing him.
Suddenly he stopped, and Elizabeth heard laughter from underneath the pillow. She let up on the pressure with a perplex look on her face. The pillow vanished.
“You can’t kill me” He spoke with a huge shark’s grin that turned into a deadly serious look. “But I can make you wish that you were dead.”
Elizabeth began trembling as Chuck sat up. She did not want to think of what he was going to do to her.
“I think I’ll declare it Foot Month.”
Elizabeth thought that she was going to have a heart attack. She rolled onto the floor and crawled to a corner of the room and curled up into a ball making sure to hide her feet.
Chuck got up and snapped his finger. In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth Hurley was buried in the floor with only her head and feet sticking out. She was crying like a baby. So terrified that she could not speak a word.
“You know how much I just love to tickle your feet.”
She quietly nodded as he sat in front of her insanely beautiful and excruciatingly ticklish feet. Elizabeth’s feet were about 12 in. apart completely helpless.
Chuck produced a small bucket. He dipped a small brush into the bucket and began to “paint” the liquid compound on the soles of Elizabeth’s feet. She laughed hysterically as he slowly and randomly dragged over her horribly ticklish soles. Elizabeth’s tears of terror became tears of laughter. Chuck took his time on each foot. The toes were the worst for Elizabeth.
Finally Chuck was done. Elizabeth was very relieved.
“You may be wondering what I covered your feet with? Well it is a mixture of tuna oil and chicken grease. Cats just love this stuff.”
Chuck stepped back and Elizabeth looked passed her feet to see a pair of kittens at the far end of the room.
Chuck left the room leaving Elizabeth all alone with the cats. As much as she struggled to get freed, it was absolutely impossible. Elizabeth begged Chuck for mercy that she was sorry for what she had done to him. The cats got closer and closer. Elizabeth began to giggle in ticklish anticipation.
Contact was made.
The cats began to lick Elizabeth Hurley’s gorgeous feet. At the first lick her beautiful blue eyes just about popped out of her head. Chuck had made her feet so hyper-ticklish that Elizabeth felt the cats’ course sandpaper textured tongues sliding up her feet.
It was sheer madness for Elizabeth. She screamed and hollered like a rabid banshee. What plunged her into a state of all consuming hysteria was when the cats would lick in between her adorable toes.
Her face was flush red as the tears of unbridled laughter streamed down her twisted and disfigured face. The room was saturated with her insane laughter as it echoed off the walls. Every once and a while Elizabeth would go totally mute for about a minute or two as she entered a stage of silent screaming laughter.
For one week Elizabeth endured the Cat Treatment. When it was over and done with, she entered week two of Foot Month.
Instantaneously, Elizabeth was placed on a table with her feet in stocks. She laid on the table utterly exhausted and delirious. Next, she heard the sound of goats. She managed to lift her head to see two goats in front of her feet. She quickly sat up and saw that the goats were tied to the wall by a rope leash. Elizabeth also noticed that a candle was underneath each rope and slowly burning through the rope. Elizabeth began desperately pulling at her legs with all of might in order to get her feet out of the stocks. Before she knew it, the goats were on their way to her baby soft, hyper-ticklish feet. She began to panic even more and became frantic as the goats drew closer and closer.
They made contact.
The tickling sensation was so explosive that she jumped about three inches off the table at the first lick. The goats’ tongues are a thousand time more unbearable than the cats’. Elizabeth bucked and bounced about in total hysteria. Soon she collapsed on the table with her arms wrapped around her stomach and simply melted into pure and unimaginable hysterics.
The rest of the month Chuck had Elizabeth’s feet tickle tortured with feathers, and disembodied hands with vibrating fingertips. Chuck loved to torture Elizabeth with feather boas. He would take four five foot long boas and place them in between the toes of her right foot. Chuck would slowly slide the boas back and forth as if he were flossing Elizabeth’s adorable toes. She would just fall back laughing. This would tickle Elizabeth so much that she became as limp as a dead person. She would try to clinch her toes together in an attempt to hold the boas, but it tickled so much that she could not hold on for long. Chuck loved to see her sweaty naked body tremble in unbridled laughter. When he was done with one set of toes, he’d floss Elizabeth’s other set of toes. The other thing he loved about tickling her was when her bladder would empty out that was when Chuck knew that Elizabeth was truly tickled pink by the whole thing.
Finally the month had come to an end. Elizabeth rested on her bed weeping like a little schoolgirl. Chuck came and sat next to her.
“Have we learned our lesson?” he asked.
Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
“Are we going to be a good girl from now on?”
Again she nodded.
“Good.”
Chuck left the room, and Elizabeth fell into a deep sound sleep.
The next thing she knew was that she was suspended in midair about waist high in the middle of the room. Elizabeth was stretched taunt in the spread eagle position. She knew that it was no use to try to get freed. She looked and saw a single candle in a candle stand.
Chuck appeared and stood next to her.
“Did you have a nice restful sleep?”
She did not say a word.
“We are going to play a game.” Spoke Chuck. “I call it By Candle Light. It is a fun game. You are going to be so tickled by it.”
Elizabeth began trembling and crying because she simply could not take anymore of the tickling.
“The way the game is played is that when I light this candle, nice slender feathers will appear and begin to tickle your horribly and unbearably ticklish flesh. The feather will only stop when the candle goes out, understand?”
All Elizabeth could do was cry.
“Good. I see that you do understand. Now lets begin.”
Chuck lit a match and lit the candle. Just as he had spoken sets of feathers appeared as soon as he lit the candle. Elizabeth had feathers tickling the hollows of her silky soft armpits, her luscious breast, her ribs, belly, sides, hips, inner thighs, the bottoms and tops of her baby soft feet, her firm ass, her back, and her ankles. Chuck made sure that every part of Elizabeth’s gorgeous naked body was being tickled. Chuck had feather boas sliding in between her toes. Elizabeth was totally and completely conscious of feather snaking and sliding effortlessly across her hyper-ticklish body.
Chuck simply stood there admiring his handy work. Elizabeth was violently shaking her head back and forth, which made her hair whip wildly about as if in a tornado.
Chuck left his ticklish beauty alone. All Elizabeth could do was laugh. As time went by the tickling became more and more maddening. Endless hours passed by before the candle finally was extinguished.
The feathers halted their assault. If it were not for the genie magic that held her in place, Elizabeth would have fallen limp on the floor. She was undeniable physical and mentally exhausted. Her whole body glistened with sweat. Her hair plastered to her sweaty head, and her mind in a state of delirium. Elizabeth’s chest was heavily heaving up and down in an attempt to grasp every ounce of air she could get into her aching lungs. On the floor was a huge wet pattern.
After Elizabeth regained her composure, Chuck appeared with a new candle. He placed the candle in the stand. When Elizabeth saw the new candle she began to beg Chuck for mercy in that not to light it.
Chuck flicked his bic.
For an entire month they played the game, By Candle Light. Elizabeth ended with pteronophobia, which is a fear of being tickled by feathers, and she also gained a fear of candles.
When Elizabeth finally was given some rest time, she found herself lying on the floor. Chuck was sitting on a plush recliner as naked as Elizabeth.
“Give me a foot job.” Spoke Chuck.
Elizabeth got into position and began to rub, massage and caress Chuck’s enormous dick with her warm baby soft feet. From the first touch of her supple tender feet Chuck’s cock became as hard as adamantium. Although this was not as overwhelming as having Elizabeth giving him a blowjob it was great all the same. Chuck was enjoying every stroke of Elizabeth’s fondling feet. As time went on, Elizabeth milked Chuck a number of times. In the end, her feet were covered with cum.
“I’ll clean your feet.” Replied Chuck.
In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth was wrapped up like a birthday gift. Only her head and feet were exposed. She was still lying on the floor with her feet securely bound in a set of stocks that rested on Chuck’s legs. He grabbed a soft fine tipped artist brush and some soapy water and began to clean Elizabeth’s naked feet.
She was hopping off the floor every few seconds as she felt each bristle caress and slide across her silky soft, hyper-ticklish feet. Chuck was taking his time and relishing every shriek and howl that came out this insanely ticklish beauty. The inhumane tickling became even more maddening when Chuck twirled the bristles across her toes. Elizabeth would just about laugh her head off in total and unabated hysteria. Chuck was merciless on her toes.
After cleaning her feet, Chuck put the shaving brush away, and he began to play This Little Piggy with Elizabeth’s cute adorable toes. He took his time with each toe. Chuck loved her feet. Following “the game” he grabs a pen-like instrument, which the tip vibrates. He began to trace the wrinkles of her feet with the vibrating pen. Elizabeth peed herself, again. Chuck slowly slid the pen over every wrinkle of her incredibly hyper-ticklish feet. Elizabeth was simply beside herself in sheer maddening hysteria. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop Chuck. Elizabeth was at his mercy, or lack of. What caused Elizabeth to just about crawl out of her own skin was when Chuck slid the pen in between her toes. She jumped about three inches off the floor and was plunged into a state of unconditional silent screaming laughter. Chuck would look at his ticklish beauty and saw tears streaming down her twisted and disfigured face. He knew that it was unbearable torture for her, but he just loved tickling Elizabeth so much. Afterwards, Chuck began to use the soles of her soft supple feet like writing paper. He wrote whatever came to his mind. Hours went by as Elizabeth felt the vibrating tip travel across her feet. It looked like Chuck was writing “The Great American Novel”.
Chuck loved it when Elizabeth would wet herself. It was telling Chuck that he was tickle torturing Elizabeth in all the right ways.
After writing “the novel”, Elizabeth instantly was upon a table and bound in the spread eagle position. She was so exhausted that Chuck gave her time to recover.
Elizabeth awoke to the sweet smell of baby oil. She craned her head to see Chuck rubbing the ointment all over her body.
“I see that you are awake, good. Just in time for my next fiendish idea of torturing you.”
Elizabeth was too terrified to say a word. “This may smell like baby oil, but it is not.” Replied Chuck. “This is a new elixir I just came up with. I call it Tickle Oil. I know I’ve made you horribly and indescribably ticklish, but this will magnify your ticklishness to unimaginable heights.”
Elizabeth began trembling with fear. Her heart pounding in her chest so hard that Chuck could actually her chest bulge with every beat.
“Lets have some fun.” Spoke Chuck as he finished rubbing her down. Elizabeth peed herself again she was so consumed with horror. All Chuck did was have a huge sadistic satisfying grin as he saw the beauty wet herself. He sat next to her and started to wiggle his fingers, which looked hungry for her ticklish flesh. Suddenly a mild buzzing sound was heard.
“Vibrating fingertips.” Chuck said. “You’ll be crawling out of your own skin in no time.” Elizabeth tightly closed her eyes shut and held her breath in anticipation of the inevitable.
Chuck was right. As soon as his fingertips touched Elizabeth’s flesh, she just about tore clean out of her own skin. She arched her back about seven inches off the table. When she came back down, Elizabeth was violently bucking and thrashing about as if Chuck was jolting her with electricity. She gasped for each breath to meet the screams of laughter that exploded out of her aching lungs.
Chuck snaked his fingers with the greatest of ease over Elizabeth horrifically hyper-ticklish flesh. He would “draw” figure-8 patterns in the hollows of her armpits. Tickle torture tease her sweet delectable breast. He gave her the Ten Finger Tickle Torture on her sides. What Chuck really loved to do to Elizabeth was to use his vibrating index finger and slowly draw patterns on her incredibly sexy belly. He loved torturing her belly button. He would circle her belly button driving her totally mad with hysterics; then, he would place his finger in her belly button and wiggle it. Elizabeth would go utterly bonkers with hysteria.
Time went by so slowly for Elizabeth. She had no idea how long Chuck tickled her with his modified fingers. He gave her one rest period. She threw up at this point. Chuck went and took a seat at her gorgeous feet. He got out his new tickle tool: Tickle Rods. The rods are as thick as a pencil, about three feet long, and covered with a thin layer of felt. Chuck placed the rods in between toes of her right foot.
The rods came alive. Elizabeth erupted in unabated hysterics once more. Chuck slowly slid the rods back and forth. The slower he slid the rods the more excruciating the tickling sensation became. He tortured her toes for unknown hours. When her was done with those toes, Chuck switched the rods to Elizabeth’s other toes, and the tickling continued.
Following this ticklish night terror, Chuck gave Elizabeth a break. She was unbelievably exhausted. Her beautiful brunette hair glued to her sweaty head. Her eyes were rolled up in the back of her head. Her insanely gorgeous naked body was drenched with sweat.
Elizabeth woke to find herself securely strapped to an X frame on the floor. Chuck was applying more of the Tickle Oil on her pussy. Chuck had caused her pussy hairs to vanish leaving her baby soft and silky smooth. Chuck also applied the oil on her upper body, hips, inner thighs, and feet.
“Now the cats.”
Elizabeth began to struggle in sheer desperation in an attempt of breaking free. The cats appeared at their appointed spots. The cats began to lick Elizabeth’s insanely tickle spots. She screamed and hollered like a banshee as she felt their sandpaper textured tongues licking her naked body. The cat licking her shaved genitals was almost as unbearable as the cats licking her feet. The cat licking Elizabeth’s genitals was driving her out of her mind with multiple orgasms. As it licked her genitals, its whiskers were gently brushing against her inner thighs.
Hours slowly passed by as Chuck simply sat by and masturbated while Elizabeth was in utter and absolute hysteria.
When it was over, Elizabeth was once more suspended in midair. This time Chuck had the entire room filled with three-wick candle that each lasts an entire year. Elizabeth saw the candle and begged and pleaded that Chuck not light the candle. One by one he lit the wicks. The sadistic looking feathers appeared again and began to tickle every inch of Elizabeth’s hyper-ticklish naked body. As each candle ended another candle automatically lit thus the tickling would continue without missing a stroke. She was unaware that the candle gave off a high concentration of Nitrous Oxide.
Thus Chuck left the room leaving the indescribably and insanely drop dead gorgeous Elizabeth Hurley to a ticklish existence, forever and ever.
Hysterical Hurley Pt. III
Elizabeth laid on the floor completely exhausted from the last of Chuck’s imaginative and sadistic Ticklethons. After about an hour, she was still heaving and whizzing every breath. She threw up, again. Finally Elizabeth collapsed on the floor and passed out.
Elizabeth woke up in the room she has been in for who knows how long. Only this time she noticed what seemed to look like a glass wall dividing the room in half. In the other room was Chuck, and next to him was an object underneath a black tarp.
“I see that you have finally woke. That’s good.” Spoke Chuck with such a demonic bliss on his face. “Well I’m glad. I would not want you to miss this part my dear.”
“Please, Chuck. No more!” pleaded Elizabeth as she was on her knees. “I-I can’t take anymore. Please I’m begging you.”
Chuck just loved the way she begged. That British accent makes it just that much sexier.
Without a second to lose Chuck threw off the tarp to show the hidden object.
Elizabeth was shocked and speechless as looked to that it was an almost exact likeness of her, from her long brunette hair and beautiful blue eyes to her incredible gorgeous legs and beautiful feet. It looked so real it was as if Chuck had cloned her.
“How do you like it?” Asked an excited Chuck. “It is a life size voodoo doll of you.”
When Elizabeth heard that, she blood became ice cold with fear.
“Please, Chuck not that. Anything but that.”
Chuck produced a slender feather and began to slowly drag it up and down doll’s belly. The real Elizabeth began to giggle hysterically as she fell on the floor and started to frantically brush her hands across her belly in an attempt to knock the feather away from her ticklish belly.
After a minute, Chuck stopped, and Elizabeth regained her composure.
“Now let the fun begin.”
Before Elizabeth could say anything, the voodoo doll was suspended horizontally in midair and in spread eagle position. A number of slender feathers appeared and began to tease-tickle torture the voodoo doll.
Instantly Elizabeth began rolling on the ground jerking and squirming wildly about as she felt the feathers mercilessly tickling her naked body. She fought in an attempt to subdue the tickling sensation, but it was like fighting off invisible feathers.
Chuck simply looked on in delight as he viewed his fiendish handy work. When her feet were tickled, she swatted at her feet even though she knew that it was no good she still had to do something. Every once and awhile Elizabeth would make an attempt to get on her feet only to take a step or two and collapse on the floor in uncontrollable laughter.
As time slowly ticked by, Elizabeth ended on the floor limp as a dead person in utter and hysterical laughter. All she could do is laugh as she felt the feathers sliding all over her excruciatingly ticklish body.
Chuck walked through the glass wall to find out just how much fight Elizabeth had in her. In the end he found out that she did not have much left in her due to her ceaseless laughter.
Chuck left the room thus leaving his ticklish beauty to the mercies of the feathers.
A week later Chuck returned to find Elizabeth in a pool of sweat and urine, and still in a state of indescribable hysteria. He made the feathers stop tickling the voodoo doll. Elizabeth was greatly relieved. When she recovered from her ticklish ordeal, she found that she was suspended horizontally and in the spread eagle position next to the voodoo doll.
“P-Please n-no more!” Begged the British beauty. “I-I’ll do any thing you want. I’ll go down on you again, but please no more!”
“I’ve thought of a new form of tickle torture for you, Elizabeth.”
“W-What are you going to do?” inquired Hurley.
Chuck produced a long wispy feather and had it inches from the voodoo doll’s nose. Elizabeth’s beautiful blue eyes grew big with stark terror as she realized what Chuck had in store for her.
“No! Not that!! I’ll go mad!!”
Chuck began to tickle the nose of the doll only for Elizabeth to feel the maddening tickling sensation. Elizabeth began to violently shake her head back and forth in a futile effort to be rid of the sensation. Chuck would tickle the inside of the doll’s nostrils, which simply drove Elizabeth utterly insane. Chuck released the feather to torture the British beauty on its own while Chuck produced two more slender wispy feathers to tickle the inside of Elizabeth’s lovely ears. This just propelled Elizabeth into a state of sheer lunacy. She did her best to relieve herself of the unbearable tickling madness, but it was all in vain.
Chuck caused Elizabeth’s head to stand still so as she would not injure her neck. This caused the tickling to be even more excruciatingly. Tears were streaming down from the corners of her lovely blue eyes. Next, Chuck had disembodied hands appear and begin to tickle torture the voodoo doll. Elizabeth went absolutely bonkers in unbridled hysteria as she felt dozens of invisible fingernails snaking their way across her unbearably ticklish body. She bucked and thrashed about in indescribable agony. What almost sent her to crawl out of her own skin were the fingertips that were tickling around her bellybutton and tickling inside her navel. That with the tickling of her nose and ears drove Elizabeth over the edge of sanity. Chuck left the room leaving Hurley to an cruel and fiendish tickle session.
A few days later Chuck returned to see his British beauty in such ticklish agony. Elizabeth’s naked body was drenched with sweat. Her eyes were red and puffy from the seemingly endless tickling, her lovely long brunette hair plastered to her head. Chuck made the feathers and hand vanish from tickling the voodoo doll. Chuck released Elizabeth from the hold and she fell on to a mattress.
Chuck went to check her condition. Elizabeth had that far off look in her lovely blue eyes. Drool was dribbling from a corner of her mouth, she was a total wreck. Chuck allowed her to rest, so she could endure even more inhumane and sadistic tickle tortures.
For the next hour Elizabeth could be heard whizzing with each staggering breath from her aching lungs. It was not so much the length of time that she was tickled it was just that Chuck had made Elizabeth so unbearably ticklish that even the mere thought of being tickled caused her to sometimes laugh uncontrollably.
Following her rest Elizabeth found herself in medieval stocks. She was seated on a padded stool with her feet, hands, and head in the stocks. She craned her head to get a good look at Chuck.
“Comfortable?” asked her sadistic tickler.
“Please. No more.” Elizabeth pleaded as she was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take thins anymore. What have I ever done to you to deserve this.”
She lowered her head and began to weep. Chuck sat in front of Elizabeth, lifted her head and looked soulfully into her beautiful blue eyes.
“You have not done anything against me” He replied emotionlessly. “It’s just that I’ve always dreamt of tickle torturing you to my heart’s content. You have no earthly idea how many nights I’ve laid in bed jacking off as I fantasized tickling you to no ends. Now for more laughs.”
Chuck stood up and produced a pair of cats. Elizabeth looked up to see them and fear was clearly etched on her face.
“N-No. Not the cats! Anything but the cats! I beg of you, mercy!”
“We are going to make a game of it.” Gloated Chuck. “Your seat can detect the slightest amount of urine on it. Now the game is one of endurance. If you can keep from wetting yourself for 24 hours you are free to go home.” (of course she is never going to make it. Where would the fun be if she gets to go home?) “But if you do not make it. You and I will go back to the beginning of time where you will be my tickle slave. That’s a couple of billions and billions of years of ceaseless laughter.”
Chuck placed the cats on the floor, took a bucket and smeared a healthy amount of tuna oil and chicken grease all over Elizabeth’s insanely beautiful and hyper-ticklish feet. She laughed hysterically as Chuck slowly dragged the brush up and down her feet.
Chuck took a seat off to the side and enjoyed the show.
“Please kitty cats don’t lick my feet.” Pleaded Elizabeth in a vain effort to detour the kittens. “Shoo, Shoo. Oh please don’t lick my feet.” She frantically spoke all the while the cats drew closer and closer to their tasty treats.
The cats made contact with Elizabeth’s baby soft and delicious feet. The tickling sensation was so intense that she hopped an inch off the stool as she felt the first of countless lick going up her unbearably ticklish feet.
Chuck had made her feet immobile so there was no way that Elizabeth could wiggle her feet about in an attempt to evade the licking of her feet.
Elizabeth became incoherently hysterical in a matter of seconds. She was wildly waving her hands about and her breath-takingly-gorgeous face became twisted and contorted in sheer and absolute agony. Elizabeth’s feet were so sensitive that she felt every barb of the cats’ rough sandpaper textured tongue slide up her feet. What simply sent her crawling up the walls was when the cats would lick in between her toes. As time slowly ticked by, The room was saturated with Elizabeth’s rich alto laughter as it grew in magnitude.
After about an hour of watching Elizabeth, Chuck went over and knelt next to her. “Your bladder should be feeling rather full by now.” He teased her. “Don’t worry. You only have twenty three long agonizing hours to keep from wetting yourself, and you can go home.”
He was amazed at just how horrible tickled Elizabeth was. Her hair matted to her head, her face in indescribably anguish, drool dripping from her mouth.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I HAFTA PEE!! SO BAD!!” Elizabeth managed. Her sexy British accent just made all the begging even more desirably. Chuck was right. She felt her bladder swell to twice its normal size. Elizabeth did her best to turn her attention to keeping her butt cheeks tightly together, but with the cats licking her feet it was extremely hard to do so.
“AHAHAHAHA!!! I—CAN’T—BREATHE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh PLEZZZZ! MERCY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“It doesn’t matter if you can’t breathe, Elizabeth. I told you that I’ve made you immortal. You don’t have to eat, sleep, or breathe. Well, I guess it is time for me to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chuck stood up and turned to leave Elizabeth in utter and sadistic ticklish agony.
“HAHAHAHAHA!! DON’T LEAVE ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Chuck ignored her pleas and simply vanished.
With no one in the room the tickling just became even more intolerable.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!! OH PLEEZZ!! SOMEONE HELP!!! HAHAHAHA!! IT TICKLES!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
Chuck came back with an hour till the 24-hour deadline, and Elizabeth was still in stitches. He went to see if the seat was wet. Not yet, but that can change.
“I see that you have still yet to wet yourself. Well, I have something that can change all of that.”
Chuck produced two slender wispy feathers. “Now how about those lovely armpits?”
He placed the feathers to tickle the deep hollows of Elizabeth’s armpits. He stepped back and watched as her laughter doubled. Her face became even more contorted with sheer agony.
“Come on, Elizabeth. You must be wanting to pee so bad that you can taste it.”
She nods her head.
Finally it happened. Elizabeth Hurley peed herself.
The cats and feathers melted away, and Elizabeth was so relieved that the pressure on her bladder was over. Suddenly the look of sheer terror over came her, but before she could say a word, she was stretched out in mid-air. Chuck walked over and stood next to her.
“Hello, my ticklish sweet.” Spoke Chuck with such an evil grin from ear to ear. “Are we ready to laugh for all eternity?”
“Please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this.” Elizabeth asked as her entire naked body trembled in terror.
“Where shall I begin? Under your arms? Or the soles of your beautiful feet?”
After a moments pause. “I think I’ll have the vibrating fingers tickle your beautiful body while I give your exquisite feet my undivided attention.”
Chuck took a seat at her feet and the disembodied hands appeared mere inches from Elizabeth’s body with wiggling fingers itching for her horribly ticklish flesh.
“Let’s begin.” Was all that he spoke.
The fingers began their work on her. Elizabeth bucked and thrashed about like she has never done so before the tickling sensation was truly like electricity surging through her body and exploding in her brain. She screamed and hollered like a rapid banshee. It looked as if was really going to crawl out of her skin to get freed of this inhumane and sadistic ticklish situation, but Chuck knew that there was no way he would ever let his ticklish British beauty get away from him.
The fingers were fulfilling their duties in torturing Elizabeth, which left her beautiful feet for him, just the way he likes it.
“Lookie what we have here…Piggies!” Chuck began to play This Little Piggy with her lovely toes. With each touch of her toes Elizabeth shrieked and howled a little more in pure hysteria. Chuck made a dessert feast out of her feet. He smeared chocolate icing all over Elizabeth’s feet and took his sweet time with her sweet feet. She felt every lick of his warm wet tongue as it slide up the sloes of her feet and in between her toes. It simply drove her mad. He had a vast variety of sweets to cover hr feet with: puddings, syrups, whip cream, peanut butter(plain and extra chunky), etc..
As the eons slowly went by at a snail’s pace, Chuck gave Elizabeth a couple of breaks, granted they weren’t much or very long because he simply loved and relished every second of tickling her to his heart’s content and infinity beyond. He would sometime leave her in the room for a few centuries all alone.
One day he came back and gave Elizabeth a rest.
“Well, I’ve been to the future, and I’ve seen when time ends. In one hour it will be all over.”
Elizabeth was so happy had such a huge smile on her face began to laugh in joy because the nightmare will once and for all come to an end.
“You know what that means?” asked Chuck.
“Yes, you bastard. It means that you can no longer tickle me” Replied Elizabeth.
“No. It means that you and I will go once more go back to the beginning of time, and I get to have fun with you all over again.
The shock look on Elizabeth’s face was a true delight for Chuck as he began to tickle her feet with a stiff shaving brush.
THE END
