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Fiktishish
12-14-2001, 01:24 PM
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XIII
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow


"WAKE UP!!!!"

Madonna recognized the screaming voice quickly. It was Gwyneth Paltrow. It was obviously her turn to tickle-torture poor Madonna. She whimpered a bit when she realized her position. She was in a standing position, arms strapped above her head, and her legs were spread eagle and her barefeet were about 4 inches off the floor. Her whole body was naked, bareing her entire ticklish body to torture. Her feet were still tingling from Jodie's foot tickling, but all 4 of them eating peanut butter off her soft tickish feet was just too much. She started to panic slightly, but then Gwyneth spoke up.

"Hey, you. You've been telling some lies, haven't you?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." Madonna couldn't even look at Gwyneth as she said this.

"Oh, I think you do. You told Jodie that Gwen was going to tickle all of us and become some sort of tickle-queen. And you also said, quite a few times really, that you weren't ticklish. Now i don't care about that bullshit with Gwen, but i really hate when people lie about being ticklish."

Gwyneth reached into her pocket and walked towards Madonna's naked, bound body. When she saw what Gwyneth was holding, she almost peed right then and there. Gwyneth was holding 2 tickle-buggs. Madonna designed the tickle-buggs herself and had used them time after time to tickle her 4 slaves into near hysteria. Now Madonna was going to feel their torturous tickling firsthand. Madonna used this opportunity to beg for mercy.

"Please, Gwyneth, i'm so sorry for what i did to you. I tried to apologize to Gwen and Jodie, but they wouldn't listen to me. Please have mercy on me!! Please don't use the tickle-buggs on me!!! PLEASE!?!"

"Hee-hee. You're funny. But back to bussiness. Consider this Telling the truth 101." Gwyneth said this just as she attached a tickle-bugg to each of Madonna's smooth, hairless underarms. Madonna's body tingled at the touch of the bristles. Gwyneth held the switch in her hand. At any time she could turn them on and tickle Madonna senselessly.

"Now Madonna, all you have to do is tell the truth and you'll be spared any tickling. Question #1: Are you ticklish?"

"N..NO!" Madonna just couldn't bring herself to say yes.

"Liar." Gwyneth said as she pressed the switch and activated the tickle-buggs. Madonna went berserk.

"HAAAHAHAAAAHAAAAA!!!! PLEASE!!!! HEEEEHEHEEEEE!!!! TURN THEM OFF!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!MERCY!!!! MERCY!!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

Madonna was in tickle hell. The little bristles vibrated back and forth in her underarms. She thought she was going to lose her mind when Gwyneth turned them off. Madonna had learned the price of lying. Just then, Gwyneth spoke again.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Yes." Madonna dare not lie again.

"Do you like to be tickled?" Gwyneth had a devilish grin on her lips.

"No. I hate it." Madonna was in fact telling the truth.

"Liar". Gwyneth flipped the switch again.

"NOOO!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! OH IT TICKLES!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!!! TURN THEM OFF!!!!!! I WASN'T LYING!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!"

Madonna thrashed and jerked as much as her bonds would allow her as the tickling took her into a new level of hell. The tickle-buggs were driving her bonkers. Her underarms were probalbly the most ticklish part of her ticklish body. Just then, the tickling stopped and Gwyneth spoke again.

"Do you like to be tickled?"

Madonna swallowed her pride and said, "yes". It wasn't true, but it seemed to satve off the tickling.

"Ok. Now we're gonna see if you remember this." Gwyneth said as she moved toward the back of the room. Just then, the door opened and Jennifer Aniston walked in.

"Hello." Jennifer said as she stared at Madonna's lovely naked body. Madonna understood at once what she had to do. She didn't want to do it, but right now, she had no other choices. It seemed no matter what she did, she was going to be tickled, so she decided to just try and make it easier on herself.

"Jennifer, i'm very ticklish. I like to be tickled. Would you please tickle me." Gwyneth giggled to herself in the back of the room. Jennifer picked up a long peacock feather and slid it down Madonna's tummy. Her giggling made her breasts shake.

"HEEEEE!!! HEEEEHAHAAAA!!!" Madonna was gigling helplessly just as Gwyneth picked upo another feather and ran it lightly down Madonna's backside. Now she had two feathers tickling her front and back. She just about peed from the sensation.

"HAHAYAHAHHAAAAAA!!!!! STOP IT!!!! THOSE FEATHERS!!!! HEHEHEEEEEHAHAAHAHAAAA!!!!"

Jennifer started to whisper. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle." Madonna gigled like a child as both feathers tickled her into a fit. Just then, Jennifer and Gwyneth caught each others eyes and dropped the feathers. Madonna's momentary respite was destroyed when Jennifer grabbed both of Madonna's breasts while Gwyneth hooked her fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. They began to wiggle their fingers. Madonna's eyes went wide as this new tickling took her to a different level of ticklishness.

"NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOWHOOOOOOOOHOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!! DON'T TICKLE MY ASS!!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! OOOOOOOOHHHH, MY TITS!!!!! THEY TICKLE!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHOOOOHOOOOHOOOWHOOOOO!!! ! HEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Madonna giggled and begged for almost half-an-hour as her tits and ass were severely tickle tortured. They took turns tickling her soft feet, and giving her rasberries on her incredibly ticklish tummy. They made Madonna say things like, "I'm a ticklish lil' thing", and please tickle me until i cum." Madonna was just about to pass out from the tickling just as Jennifer whispered something into Gwyneth's ear.

"Are you sure?" Gwyneth asked Jennifer with a concerned expression.

"Hell yeah!!! It'l be fun, and you know she likes it."

"Ok. If you're sure." Gwyneth said with grin. Madonna, who's whole body was drenched in sweat was in terror. She had no idea what they were talking about, but just then she saw something she never would've thought. Jennifer Aniston removed her shirt, exposing her breasts, and held her arms way up over her head. Gwyneth picked up a feather and began to stroke Jennifer's naked chest and tummy. She was tickling her, and Jennifer stood there keeping her arms up. Enjoying every second of it. Madonna's vagina was inflamed.

"HHEEEEHEHEEEE!!! THIS IS FUN!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!! MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! TICKLE MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! HAHAHAHAAAA!!!" Jennifer had obviously grown to like being tickled. She laughed and giggled and begged for more as Gwyneth danced the feather all over her body. Twirling it in her bellybutton, Jennifer almost pulled her arms down. But she kept them up and relished the tickling. Madonna realized what they were doing. They were torturing her in a different way. All she wanted to do was masturbate while watching Gwyneth tickle Jennifer with the feather, but since she was tied, she could do no more than get frustrated. Just then, Gwyneth slipped one of Madonna's vibrators into Madonna's vagina and pushed the switch for Max.power.

"HHAAAAAAAA!!!!! TICKLE ME MORE!!!!!HAAAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Begged Jennifer as the vibrator brought the most pleasurable sensations on Madonna.

Gwyneth dropped the feather and plunged her fingers into Jennifer's armpits and tickled her to the ground. Madonna watched all this as the vibrator began to bring her pleasure. She felt like she was just about to cum, when Jennifer and Gwyneth pulled the vibrator out and plunged 20 fingers into Madonna ribcage. Madonna went ape-shit.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!HAHAHHAHA AAAAAHEHEHEEHHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! NO MORE!!! STOP!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHHEHEEEEEEE!!!!!! OH NO....HAHHAAA...UHHHHHHH...OOOOHHHHH....HEHEHEHEEH AHAAA...UUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Madonna was laughing and moaning at the same time. Her breath was heaving out of her in waves, and she felt the giant internal tickle start firts in her vagina and then going up into her stomach. It was upon her. Tickle-gasm time. She woulkd belong fully to her 4 torturers. Just then, she took a face full of the gas. And she was out. Just like that.

Several hours later, Madonna woke up. She took sometime to clear her eyes, and looked down in horror at herself. She was laying down on a rack. Her arms were stratched out, above her head, legs spreadeagle, feet bare. But there was something else. She was in her old Virgin costume. They had dressed her like she was 20 years old again. But there was more. Her belt buckle no longer said Boy Toy. It now said Tickle Toy. She felt like crying when she saw Gwen Stefani, Jodie Foster, Jennifer Aniston and Gwyneth Paltrow slowly walking towards her wiggling their fingers and chanting, "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE" over and over again. Madonna's head went blank and she said the only thing she could think of to say.

"Please tickle me. I'm very ticklish. Ticklish. Tickle. Tickle. Ticklish."

Pretty soon, the words "Madonna" and "Gang-Tickle" would forever be linked together.

TO BE CONCLUDED.....

Ravis60
12-15-2001, 06:15 AM
Great story.
Too Bad it has to end!!!