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High School Reunion
Pamela was returning home for the first time since she had graduated as a successful lawyer. Proud to be a success story she was determined to let everyone in her small town know about it. Driving in early in the morning she headed for her parents home to say hello and relax for awhile.
It has been ten years since Pamela has driven the long winding roads deep in Pennsylvania. As she past her former high school she thought of those horrible days and cringed. The faces of those evil girls were embedded in her memory.
After Pamela got settled in she sat down for some morning tea with her mother. As they talked her mother brought up a name that sent shivers down her spine, Amanda! Pamela was told how Amanda had settled down and was still living in the small mining town. Amanda was the captain of the cheerleader team and seemed to take a special interest in tormenting Pamela. And unfortunately Amanda was never with out her pack of blood thirsty hounds of so called friends.
Pamela sipped her tea as her mother talked but Pamela’s mind was drifting to her high school days. The memories of Amanda and her cheerleaders chasing her down and tickling her was something that she could never forget. The wild cheering as they caught her was replayed in her mind every time she heard a crowd scream as their team scored a touchdown or a big basket was made in the basketball game.
After lunch Pamela decided to take a walk around town and see what has changed. As she made her way down the street to the center of town she passed Becky’s old house. Standing in front of the old house she closed her eyes and remembered how the basketball star would hide behind the bushes and would try and grab her and pin her down. That front lawn was a place where Pamela was tortured many times. The 5’9 one hundred thirty pound Becky was easily able to hold down the 5’3 one hundred pound Pamela.
The sounds of her laughter would fill the yard and her screaming pleas for help filled the neighborhood. That screaming brought out her peers and they would either join in or watch the tickling show. No one ever tried to help the kind, quiet Pamela as she was tickled until she wet her self.
Shrugging her shoulders as if she was shaking off her thoughts she made her way into town. As she came upon the library she felt her legs buckle as more memories filled her mind. Pulling on her strawberry colored hair she remembered many a night coming out of the library to find her self face to face with Sabrina and her sister.
Sabrina was not one to waste time taunting she just jumped right in and tickled hard and fast. Stomping her feet as she remembered Sabrina flicking her fingers all over her feet as her sister attacked her stomach. The sisters were always trying to see who could tickle better, and they improved every time.
Even Pamela’s friends tickled her, it seemed like she was safe from no one. And Pamela did put on a good show. Every inch of her body was terribly ticklish which was a curse. People enjoyed watching the petite red head bucking and twisting as she screamed and begged and finally drifted into a deep silent laughter. It was tradition to keep tickling Pamela until she lost control and wet her self. Only then did the onslaught come to an end. Defeated she would run home in her soiled clothes praying no one was waiting to get her again.
Pamela could not make it down the halls in her school with out someone reaching out and giving her a quick tickle. Once as she was entering the girls room hands grabbed her from behind and a group of girls swarmed on her and right their in her school was tickled.
Every where Pamela went she had memories of getting tickle tortured. This was why she had never come back, but now she was ready to face those demons. Pamela was a woman now and was a successful one at that and she needed to prove she was not afraid anymore.
Pamela was wearing her best dress she owned. It was a cocktail dress that made her look like a princess. The yellow dress and red fiery hair left you with the impression that she was some sort of a supper model.
Entering the school gym where the reception was being held Pamela stood out in her fancy big city dress. Most of the men were wearing pants with shirts and the girls were in casual wear and a few were in Sunday dresses. Heads were turning as the girl who was known as the ticklish girl stood out as the queen of the night.
Finding her self sitting with her former tormentors made her feel ill, but she quickly sat down and tried to look confident. As the small talk started Pamela looked over the girls.
Pamela listened patiently as the girls spoke waiting for her chance to let them know how well off she is. As Amanda talked about her work as a realtor Pamela watched the 5’7 brown haired girl gracefully move as she talked. Amanda went on and on about how she met her Mr. wonderful and how well their lives were going.
Becky told her story of how she landed the coaching job at the high school and explained why she was still single. After a long winded speech on how she was unable to meet a good man she took a long drink and waited for someone else to talk.
Sabrina told them all about how hard she had it becoming a trooper for the highway patrol. Telling her story with a lot of energy made it clear to all that she really enjoyed her job. At 5’8, one hundred and forty pounds she was capable of taking care of her self.
Pamela took a deep breath as she began telling the girls how she made it up the ladder and became a partner faster then anyone else in her law firm. The girls were impressed with her two hundred and fifty thousand dollar home and were shocked she owned two sports cars. Pamela was glowing as she spoke knowing her tormentors were blown away with all that she has accomplished.
As the night went on Pamela noticed the girls were really interested in her, what she has done and planning to do. There was no talk about the past, about the tickling…just normal girls talk.
After dinner the four girls became inseparable. Dancing in a circle they were laughing as they danced the night away. Jokes were being told and they all made fun of their former classmates.
Once the girls sat down again Sabrina offered to get the girls another round of drinks. Pamela loved all of the attention. This is what she always missed, laughing and talking with friends. She new she was drinking a lot but the girls just kept giving her more, and she had to keep up with them.
As Pamela started to feel tired and a little queasy she stood so she could get some fresh air. Thankfully Sabrina was there to help her stay steady on her feet. With the help of Becky they followed Amanda outside to get some fresh air.
Pamela was barely able to move her legs as she was pushed along. Once outside Amanda held her jaw and spoke to her. “I wonder Pamela…under that pretty little dress and under all of that fancy bullshit if you are still just a ticklish little girl? We have been waiting for you to come back for along time…and we have become very good at tickling Pamela.”
“Don’t worry…you will feel better in a few hours” Sabrina said as if reassuring her.
“What….did….you…put…in…my…drink…” asked Pamela as her head fell foreword.
Pamela watched as her clothes were removed. Unable to speak all she could do was watch them work. Her body was laid down on a wooded frame that had a sheet over it. Each ankle was placed into hole that was in the wooded stocks. All of her toes were tied back one at a time exposing her feet to them.
Next she had leather restraints being fastened around her legs and waist. A large belt was placed around her waist like a giant seat belt. Again just below her breast another belt was tied. Stretched out above her head were her arms tied down to the board at her elbows and wrists. Even her fingers were each tied down so she could not move them.
Pamela could hear the girls talking excitedly about tickling the most ticklish girl ever again. Alarmed that they were talking about how they tickled others in the dungeon she new they were going to get her good. And then she watched them leave and she past out.
The sounds of girlish laughter filled Pamela’s foggy brain. Suddenly cold water fell onto Pamela’s face and her body sprang to life. Looking up and seeing Becky, Sabrina, and Amanda standing next to her sent shivers down her spine. Trying desperately to move she fought and strained to free her self. Once she grew tired she looked back to her tormentors with fear filled eyes.
“Please…don’t do this! I will pay you what ever you want! Please…Please…not again.” Pleaded a babbling Pamela.
“Do you really think we will just let the most ticklish girl in our school just leave after we planned all of this. That’s kind of silly! After all, you are the guest on honor tonight” an intoxicated Becky.
Sabrina brushed Sabrina’s hair from her forehead as she sized her up. Using her fingernails she made tiny little circles around Pamela’s neck. Sabrina smiled as she watched Pamela try to hold her breath, then the muffled sounds of laughter began to come.
“Laugh for us Pamela…let us hear the sounds we crave”
Sabrina quickly pounced on Pamela’s little under arms once she had her laughing. Using five fingers on each underarm she flicked her fingers feverishly around her pit’s. Never spending to much time in one spot she moved slow and deliberate as she watched Sabrina howl with laughter.
Pamela’s tiny frail frame was trembling as she laughed. Her red hair flopping around as she shook her head from left to right. Grunting between laughs she tried valiantly to subdue her laughter. It was a fight she was destined to lose, the hyper ticklish gal was not capable of with standing all out tickling, especially three on one.
Becky moved onto the table and straddled Pamela on her waist. Using her fingers she lightly traced along her tanned waistline. Feeling Pamela’s smooth skin react to the tickling with little shivers seemed funny to her. Kicking of her sandals she brought her long slender toes to Pamela’s stomach and began digging her toes into her belly and wiggle them.
“OHHHH GOD…..help me!!!!!!!
“No one will help you Pamela…”
“What do you want from meeeee”
“Just to hear you laugh is all we want”
“Please stop!!”
“You are just as naive as ever”
Amanda was licking her lips as she looked at Pamela’s bare feet. The perfect little toes and soft looking soles. Using her finger she traced along her creamy white soles and then drifted down to her red heel. Scratching at Pamela’s soles with her fingers she watched her toes straining as they tried desperately to wiggle.
Pamela was laughing hard now and sweat was forming along her forehead. Her body was getting raped with probing fingers and toes. In between her long screams of gut wrenching laughter she managed to beg for her release.
Feeling Becky’s toes poking and wiggling along her stomach brought tears from her eyes. The light tickling along her waist made her try to pull free from her bondage. The more she strained to get free the more it tickled. Up and down her arms and in her ticklish pits were Sabrina’s fingers reducing her to laughter. Up and down her stretched out soles were Amanda’s fingers with that expert touch. All over her body she felt the tickling and it was becoming too much.
The tickling continued at a dizzying pace. Pamela’s laughter only intensified her tickling. Becky, Sabrina, and Amanda were focused on tickling and they were watching Pamela laugh and flinch with delight. Knowing that with every tickle they brought more hysterical laughter from Pamela only made them enjoy all the more.
When Pamela was over come with the tickle torture her body let go as usual and she lost her bladder. As she laid their she felt like she was in high school again. Looking at her evil tormentors she closed her eyes thinking it was over now that she was humiliated.
When Pamela caught her breath she summoned the courage to open her eyes. Finding Amanda and Becky sitting at her feet and Sabrina at her side standing at her legs she feared what was coming next.
Becky held up a feather and asked Pamela if she was ever tickled with a feather. Then Amanda held up an electric tooth brush and smiled when she saw Pamela quiver in fear. Sabrina reached down and started pinching at Pamela’s knees and Pamela started screaming…”NOOOOOOOOO”
“What’s a matter Pamela? Don’t you like being the center of attention?”
“Please don’t…Not my feet any more…please…”
“But your feet are sooo ticklish”
Becky was using the feather to dust Pamela’s tied back toes and she was rewarded with shrieks of laughter immediately. Pamela was going out of her mind as she desperately tried to wiggle her toes. With Becky asking which toe tickled more Pamela felt like a silly little girl.
Then the sound of the electric toothbrush caught the attention of Pamela. As Amanda ran the toothbrush gently up and between each toe Pamela lost it and began screaming and laughing uncontrollably. Not being able to clench her fists or crunch her toes made her feel so vulnerable.
Amanda was moving her toothbrush as slow as she could around Pamela’s long skinny toes. Stopping between her toes she watched Pamela curse and beg between her heavy laughing knowing how ticklish that spot was. Moving from toe to toe she went and after spending a lot of time on her ticklish toes moved the brush to her soles. Moving the brush with reckless abandon across her soles was proving pleasurable to Amanda. It seemed that when she hit the center of Pamela’s sole her entire body would shake.
Becky was having her own fun tickling her other foot. Dancing the feather from toe to toe she smiled as she watched Pamela suffer. Sliding the feather between her toes and moving it back and forth rapidly drew a big reaction from Pamela. Using both the feather and her fingers she laughed as she thought about how ticklish Pamela was.
Working on her knees Sabrina found a spot that sent Pamela into silent laughter. All three ladies new Pamela was close to losing it. They slowed their tickling to keep her from passing out. As soon as she was laughing out loud again they intensified their tickling.
At the end of this long weekend Pamela awoke in her car with only a beach towel to cover her self. Feeling weak from all the tickling she sat for a moment to think. Wrapping the towel around her chest she started the car. There was no way she could go home like this.
Driving out of town she took a deep breath and swore she would never return. Looking at her gas she new she would be able to just make it home. After passing through a few towns she slapped her knee when she saw a police car pull up behind her with the lights on. What could she possible say?
Thankfully it was two female police officers. When the police officer opened Pamela’s car door the cop asked if her name was Pamela? An alarmed Pamela was speechless. The lady cop pulled Pamela from her car and slammed her onto the trunk. With her wrists cuffed behind her back she looked down as the other cop slapped on a pair of ankle cuffs. Tossed in the back of the police car she felt the car speed off.
“We understand you are the most ticklish girl that Sabrina has ever seen, is that right?
“NO…you want to tickle me…”
“Well we would like to see if you are as ticklish as we were told. And if you scream as much as Sabrina told us then this will be a lot of fun.”
The police car turned down a long dirt road and drove awhile before stopping at a log cabin. When the door opened Pamela looked in the eyes of the Philippine officer and threatened, “I will send you to jail for this!”
“That’s funny…you would have to leave in order to do that. And I never said you were going to be freed. That comment just made me want to tickle you worse then you ever have gotten it before.”
Pamela was pulled from the squad car and taken into the cabin. Her ankles were pulled up and tied to her wrists leaving her in a secure hog tie. As Pamela began to cry the Philippine officer said…”tough girl is a sissy I see”
The memory of her tickling in her high school days was quickly fading away as she felt what true tickle torture was like. Once again Pamela was sent into laughter involuntarily. Pamela was living her worse nightmare once again.
Pamela was returning home for the first time since she had graduated as a successful lawyer. Proud to be a success story she was determined to let everyone in her small town know about it. Driving in early in the morning she headed for her parents home to say hello and relax for awhile.
It has been ten years since Pamela has driven the long winding roads deep in Pennsylvania. As she past her former high school she thought of those horrible days and cringed. The faces of those evil girls were embedded in her memory.
After Pamela got settled in she sat down for some morning tea with her mother. As they talked her mother brought up a name that sent shivers down her spine, Amanda! Pamela was told how Amanda had settled down and was still living in the small mining town. Amanda was the captain of the cheerleader team and seemed to take a special interest in tormenting Pamela. And unfortunately Amanda was never with out her pack of blood thirsty hounds of so called friends.
Pamela sipped her tea as her mother talked but Pamela’s mind was drifting to her high school days. The memories of Amanda and her cheerleaders chasing her down and tickling her was something that she could never forget. The wild cheering as they caught her was replayed in her mind every time she heard a crowd scream as their team scored a touchdown or a big basket was made in the basketball game.
After lunch Pamela decided to take a walk around town and see what has changed. As she made her way down the street to the center of town she passed Becky’s old house. Standing in front of the old house she closed her eyes and remembered how the basketball star would hide behind the bushes and would try and grab her and pin her down. That front lawn was a place where Pamela was tortured many times. The 5’9 one hundred thirty pound Becky was easily able to hold down the 5’3 one hundred pound Pamela.
The sounds of her laughter would fill the yard and her screaming pleas for help filled the neighborhood. That screaming brought out her peers and they would either join in or watch the tickling show. No one ever tried to help the kind, quiet Pamela as she was tickled until she wet her self.
Shrugging her shoulders as if she was shaking off her thoughts she made her way into town. As she came upon the library she felt her legs buckle as more memories filled her mind. Pulling on her strawberry colored hair she remembered many a night coming out of the library to find her self face to face with Sabrina and her sister.
Sabrina was not one to waste time taunting she just jumped right in and tickled hard and fast. Stomping her feet as she remembered Sabrina flicking her fingers all over her feet as her sister attacked her stomach. The sisters were always trying to see who could tickle better, and they improved every time.
Even Pamela’s friends tickled her, it seemed like she was safe from no one. And Pamela did put on a good show. Every inch of her body was terribly ticklish which was a curse. People enjoyed watching the petite red head bucking and twisting as she screamed and begged and finally drifted into a deep silent laughter. It was tradition to keep tickling Pamela until she lost control and wet her self. Only then did the onslaught come to an end. Defeated she would run home in her soiled clothes praying no one was waiting to get her again.
Pamela could not make it down the halls in her school with out someone reaching out and giving her a quick tickle. Once as she was entering the girls room hands grabbed her from behind and a group of girls swarmed on her and right their in her school was tickled.
Every where Pamela went she had memories of getting tickle tortured. This was why she had never come back, but now she was ready to face those demons. Pamela was a woman now and was a successful one at that and she needed to prove she was not afraid anymore.
Pamela was wearing her best dress she owned. It was a cocktail dress that made her look like a princess. The yellow dress and red fiery hair left you with the impression that she was some sort of a supper model.
Entering the school gym where the reception was being held Pamela stood out in her fancy big city dress. Most of the men were wearing pants with shirts and the girls were in casual wear and a few were in Sunday dresses. Heads were turning as the girl who was known as the ticklish girl stood out as the queen of the night.
Finding her self sitting with her former tormentors made her feel ill, but she quickly sat down and tried to look confident. As the small talk started Pamela looked over the girls.
Pamela listened patiently as the girls spoke waiting for her chance to let them know how well off she is. As Amanda talked about her work as a realtor Pamela watched the 5’7 brown haired girl gracefully move as she talked. Amanda went on and on about how she met her Mr. wonderful and how well their lives were going.
Becky told her story of how she landed the coaching job at the high school and explained why she was still single. After a long winded speech on how she was unable to meet a good man she took a long drink and waited for someone else to talk.
Sabrina told them all about how hard she had it becoming a trooper for the highway patrol. Telling her story with a lot of energy made it clear to all that she really enjoyed her job. At 5’8, one hundred and forty pounds she was capable of taking care of her self.
Pamela took a deep breath as she began telling the girls how she made it up the ladder and became a partner faster then anyone else in her law firm. The girls were impressed with her two hundred and fifty thousand dollar home and were shocked she owned two sports cars. Pamela was glowing as she spoke knowing her tormentors were blown away with all that she has accomplished.
As the night went on Pamela noticed the girls were really interested in her, what she has done and planning to do. There was no talk about the past, about the tickling…just normal girls talk.
After dinner the four girls became inseparable. Dancing in a circle they were laughing as they danced the night away. Jokes were being told and they all made fun of their former classmates.
Once the girls sat down again Sabrina offered to get the girls another round of drinks. Pamela loved all of the attention. This is what she always missed, laughing and talking with friends. She new she was drinking a lot but the girls just kept giving her more, and she had to keep up with them.
As Pamela started to feel tired and a little queasy she stood so she could get some fresh air. Thankfully Sabrina was there to help her stay steady on her feet. With the help of Becky they followed Amanda outside to get some fresh air.
Pamela was barely able to move her legs as she was pushed along. Once outside Amanda held her jaw and spoke to her. “I wonder Pamela…under that pretty little dress and under all of that fancy bullshit if you are still just a ticklish little girl? We have been waiting for you to come back for along time…and we have become very good at tickling Pamela.”
“Don’t worry…you will feel better in a few hours” Sabrina said as if reassuring her.
“What….did….you…put…in…my…drink…” asked Pamela as her head fell foreword.
Pamela watched as her clothes were removed. Unable to speak all she could do was watch them work. Her body was laid down on a wooded frame that had a sheet over it. Each ankle was placed into hole that was in the wooded stocks. All of her toes were tied back one at a time exposing her feet to them.
Next she had leather restraints being fastened around her legs and waist. A large belt was placed around her waist like a giant seat belt. Again just below her breast another belt was tied. Stretched out above her head were her arms tied down to the board at her elbows and wrists. Even her fingers were each tied down so she could not move them.
Pamela could hear the girls talking excitedly about tickling the most ticklish girl ever again. Alarmed that they were talking about how they tickled others in the dungeon she new they were going to get her good. And then she watched them leave and she past out.
The sounds of girlish laughter filled Pamela’s foggy brain. Suddenly cold water fell onto Pamela’s face and her body sprang to life. Looking up and seeing Becky, Sabrina, and Amanda standing next to her sent shivers down her spine. Trying desperately to move she fought and strained to free her self. Once she grew tired she looked back to her tormentors with fear filled eyes.
“Please…don’t do this! I will pay you what ever you want! Please…Please…not again.” Pleaded a babbling Pamela.
“Do you really think we will just let the most ticklish girl in our school just leave after we planned all of this. That’s kind of silly! After all, you are the guest on honor tonight” an intoxicated Becky.
Sabrina brushed Sabrina’s hair from her forehead as she sized her up. Using her fingernails she made tiny little circles around Pamela’s neck. Sabrina smiled as she watched Pamela try to hold her breath, then the muffled sounds of laughter began to come.
“Laugh for us Pamela…let us hear the sounds we crave”
Sabrina quickly pounced on Pamela’s little under arms once she had her laughing. Using five fingers on each underarm she flicked her fingers feverishly around her pit’s. Never spending to much time in one spot she moved slow and deliberate as she watched Sabrina howl with laughter.
Pamela’s tiny frail frame was trembling as she laughed. Her red hair flopping around as she shook her head from left to right. Grunting between laughs she tried valiantly to subdue her laughter. It was a fight she was destined to lose, the hyper ticklish gal was not capable of with standing all out tickling, especially three on one.
Becky moved onto the table and straddled Pamela on her waist. Using her fingers she lightly traced along her tanned waistline. Feeling Pamela’s smooth skin react to the tickling with little shivers seemed funny to her. Kicking of her sandals she brought her long slender toes to Pamela’s stomach and began digging her toes into her belly and wiggle them.
“OHHHH GOD…..help me!!!!!!!
“No one will help you Pamela…”
“What do you want from meeeee”
“Just to hear you laugh is all we want”
“Please stop!!”
“You are just as naive as ever”
Amanda was licking her lips as she looked at Pamela’s bare feet. The perfect little toes and soft looking soles. Using her finger she traced along her creamy white soles and then drifted down to her red heel. Scratching at Pamela’s soles with her fingers she watched her toes straining as they tried desperately to wiggle.
Pamela was laughing hard now and sweat was forming along her forehead. Her body was getting raped with probing fingers and toes. In between her long screams of gut wrenching laughter she managed to beg for her release.
Feeling Becky’s toes poking and wiggling along her stomach brought tears from her eyes. The light tickling along her waist made her try to pull free from her bondage. The more she strained to get free the more it tickled. Up and down her arms and in her ticklish pits were Sabrina’s fingers reducing her to laughter. Up and down her stretched out soles were Amanda’s fingers with that expert touch. All over her body she felt the tickling and it was becoming too much.
The tickling continued at a dizzying pace. Pamela’s laughter only intensified her tickling. Becky, Sabrina, and Amanda were focused on tickling and they were watching Pamela laugh and flinch with delight. Knowing that with every tickle they brought more hysterical laughter from Pamela only made them enjoy all the more.
When Pamela was over come with the tickle torture her body let go as usual and she lost her bladder. As she laid their she felt like she was in high school again. Looking at her evil tormentors she closed her eyes thinking it was over now that she was humiliated.
When Pamela caught her breath she summoned the courage to open her eyes. Finding Amanda and Becky sitting at her feet and Sabrina at her side standing at her legs she feared what was coming next.
Becky held up a feather and asked Pamela if she was ever tickled with a feather. Then Amanda held up an electric tooth brush and smiled when she saw Pamela quiver in fear. Sabrina reached down and started pinching at Pamela’s knees and Pamela started screaming…”NOOOOOOOOO”
“What’s a matter Pamela? Don’t you like being the center of attention?”
“Please don’t…Not my feet any more…please…”
“But your feet are sooo ticklish”
Becky was using the feather to dust Pamela’s tied back toes and she was rewarded with shrieks of laughter immediately. Pamela was going out of her mind as she desperately tried to wiggle her toes. With Becky asking which toe tickled more Pamela felt like a silly little girl.
Then the sound of the electric toothbrush caught the attention of Pamela. As Amanda ran the toothbrush gently up and between each toe Pamela lost it and began screaming and laughing uncontrollably. Not being able to clench her fists or crunch her toes made her feel so vulnerable.
Amanda was moving her toothbrush as slow as she could around Pamela’s long skinny toes. Stopping between her toes she watched Pamela curse and beg between her heavy laughing knowing how ticklish that spot was. Moving from toe to toe she went and after spending a lot of time on her ticklish toes moved the brush to her soles. Moving the brush with reckless abandon across her soles was proving pleasurable to Amanda. It seemed that when she hit the center of Pamela’s sole her entire body would shake.
Becky was having her own fun tickling her other foot. Dancing the feather from toe to toe she smiled as she watched Pamela suffer. Sliding the feather between her toes and moving it back and forth rapidly drew a big reaction from Pamela. Using both the feather and her fingers she laughed as she thought about how ticklish Pamela was.
Working on her knees Sabrina found a spot that sent Pamela into silent laughter. All three ladies new Pamela was close to losing it. They slowed their tickling to keep her from passing out. As soon as she was laughing out loud again they intensified their tickling.
At the end of this long weekend Pamela awoke in her car with only a beach towel to cover her self. Feeling weak from all the tickling she sat for a moment to think. Wrapping the towel around her chest she started the car. There was no way she could go home like this.
Driving out of town she took a deep breath and swore she would never return. Looking at her gas she new she would be able to just make it home. After passing through a few towns she slapped her knee when she saw a police car pull up behind her with the lights on. What could she possible say?
Thankfully it was two female police officers. When the police officer opened Pamela’s car door the cop asked if her name was Pamela? An alarmed Pamela was speechless. The lady cop pulled Pamela from her car and slammed her onto the trunk. With her wrists cuffed behind her back she looked down as the other cop slapped on a pair of ankle cuffs. Tossed in the back of the police car she felt the car speed off.
“We understand you are the most ticklish girl that Sabrina has ever seen, is that right?
“NO…you want to tickle me…”
“Well we would like to see if you are as ticklish as we were told. And if you scream as much as Sabrina told us then this will be a lot of fun.”
The police car turned down a long dirt road and drove awhile before stopping at a log cabin. When the door opened Pamela looked in the eyes of the Philippine officer and threatened, “I will send you to jail for this!”
“That’s funny…you would have to leave in order to do that. And I never said you were going to be freed. That comment just made me want to tickle you worse then you ever have gotten it before.”
Pamela was pulled from the squad car and taken into the cabin. Her ankles were pulled up and tied to her wrists leaving her in a secure hog tie. As Pamela began to cry the Philippine officer said…”tough girl is a sissy I see”
The memory of her tickling in her high school days was quickly fading away as she felt what true tickle torture was like. Once again Pamela was sent into laughter involuntarily. Pamela was living her worse nightmare once again.
