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The Tickling disgRACE
A four part series involving intense car racing, insane speed boats, battling stunt planes, naked biker chicks, and terrible tickling machines to add to our fun...
WARNING!! The following stories contain graphic sexual content, intense bondage, ball-gagging, sexual themes, full, forced nudity, violence, giant hamsters, and enough Red Sole Diary character cameos to make your head spin...
PART ONE: {Racing through the desert in a car with no name}
SoleWood Luxury Suites- [The day before the race]
Carie had been showering for the last forty five minutes in her hotel bathroom. The enormous, over the top suite offered an amazing marble and glass shower that was glittered with gold and just oozing with enjoyment. This was the last time she'd be feeling calm for the next three days. Soon, Carie would find herself behind the wheel of a lighting fast modified BMW and then thrown into a crazy fast and life threatening race across two huge cities. Five other beautiful and talented women would serve as her opponents, and each were just as deadly as the one before her.
She pressed her palms against the glass window overlooking the bay as the hot water showered her naked flesh. Goose pimples rippled across her soft tanned skin. Her nipples hardened and her clit began to swell. In big events like these, the racers found themselves treated to a glorious day of Spa treatments and top dollar pampering all complimentary of whatever corporation that sponsored the ladies. In Carie's case, the Sweetheart Pastries company had rolled out a red and gold carpet for her pretty little feet to walk upon. The suite itself was amazingly beautiful and relaxing to no end, but the Spa treatments that awaited her at the end of each of the four nights took the cake ( and the icing! )
A pedicure was given to her by the hands of four loving and all so tender Sole Specialists, a full body massage and mud bath was included followed by a one hour facial and a perfect manicure. Her hair was thrown in for the hell of it.
She felt like a million dollars as she walked from her steamy shower soaking wet. She nearly floated weightlessly through the room as if floating on a pair of cloud slippers as she fell face first into her oh-so-comfy marshmallow soft mattress. She was dripping wet and soon felt the presence of a damp sheets beneath her soft body, but it hardly mattered.
"There should be a law against these beds.." She thought to herself as she curled into a little ball near the center and slowly drifted into dreamland.
Tomorrow the race would begin and relaxation of any kind would find itself getting a swift kick out of their lives. The race was enough to scare any hardened competitor into a pile of shaky nerves and filled to the teeth with uneasy conclusions. It was a race unique to any before it and quite possibly the entire world as a whole.
A few reasons would draw someone to this sort of conclusion.
One reason was the fact that the race consisted of four different parts and four different vehicles! They started off behind the wheels of some of the fastest BMW you'd ever see on four wheels. They'd be crossing the highways of the Solewood desert on a heat filled, nerve destroying tension race to the first of four finish lines. The journey would last roughly two hours before they began the second part.
Along the shores of Solewood Valley, the women would find themselves turning in their wheels for water! The boats served as part two of this competition. The women would leave what was left of their vehicle at the second stop and jump into some incredibly fast and seriously dangerous speedboats and continue this out of control race through the rough waters of the Sandalic Ocean. The other two parts of the race will remain a secret until we get there folks. But there's something about this crazy race that I haven't spoke about yet.
An uncomfortable secret...
There are several pieces of dark red sections of each of the four vehicles the six stunning beauties will enter. The machines beneath these red panels scattered all around the seats are designed for the purpose of their torture and our enjoyment. SinusCorp. Industries was kind enough to delve into their huge catalog of toys and to allow us to use whatever we felt like installing. This meant terrible tickling torture for the drivers, but pure good old' fashion enjoyment for us! The name Paxter Industries was stamped into every microchip in those little fuckers, and his name stood for quality torturing products.
But who would pull their strings?
We've gathered up a group of psychotic and disturbed individuals and placed them at the controls of the devices and little mind boggling machines. This is where the real danger comes into play, and is also what separates the pavement pussies from the all out Highway Queens! The disturbed group of lunatics have one simple job to do as these women attempt to fly in and out of danger, slide past one another looking for the edge, and kissing death on the cheek as they defy all laws of gravity and logical sense all together. They must do the agonizing task of TICKLING these poor racers as they race! That's right!
At any moment during this race, our lovely panel of lunatics have the power invested in them to start up the foot ticklers, rib lickers, hip huggers, and armpit sucking machines until their little dark hearts are content! The race alone is extremely dangerous, but when you throw being tickled as you drive into the mix, you move into the fucking downright insane category when it comes to danger! How could you keep your eyes on the road with a pair of tickling dildos burrowing themselves into your soft little belly!?!
What about when that ankle clamp grabs a hold of your foot and drags it into the foot tickling machine installed to the left of the brake pedal!!?
Could you watch the road and still win the race if you were being tickled into tears?
I know six women that think they can....
-Ladies, start your laughing!!-
[Day one of the race]
"And what a crowd we have here today for the beginning of what will prove to be another incredible competition among some very powerful women!"
The under weight and rather crude looking announcer shouted from his elevated viewing booth. At this moment, it was covered in pink and red flags and had the icons of all six women scattered all over the chalky white wooden panels making up the walls. The announcer was thin and hyper, but had proven himself to be a crowd pleaser with his over the top jokes and excellent delivery skills. Plus, he sold Weed after the event and for that alone he had become extremely popular.
Covered in ugly tattoos from the waist down, this long haired and heavily pierced punk cracked his knuckles and chugged down a few gulps of his Coors light before addressing the high energy crowd once again.
At the bright pink starting line, you'd see six of the same model BMW in a different shade of color and riddled with the stickers and banners of six different corporations. Plus, the name and themed icon of each of the six racers were displayed on the vehicle as well. Since betting was illegal and never tolerated for this event, you'd have to visit an underground club or meet up with some sort of thug that could place a bet for you. Trust me when I tell you that your odds of winning back your money and then some were in your favor on this one due to the incredibly large categories offered! You could practically name your bet!
First women to skid off the road
First racer to slam into oncoming traffic
First racer to die laughing...
First racer to blow a tire..
and even, the first racer to show us their breasts...
This was just the tip of jiggling dildo! I'm talking about literally thousands of different bets were taken in these underground places, but uh.. you never heard that from me.. understand?
The announcer was sipping another Coors light when he heard the crowd's cheering and clapping suddenly burst into an explosion of sound!
((Insert sound of a LOUD ExplOsion here ))
He jumped up and into his swiveling leather chair and grabbed for the mic as the six racers walked out towards their individual cars. It appeared that the time had come to start this race.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let us give thanks and praise to the lovely meat market walking out towards the starting line." He said with a smile.
Carie and the other five all sort of glanced towards the booth and shook their heads as they waved at the crowd and blew little kisses. All but the fifth racer in the line anyway. She was keeping a straight face and ignoring just about everyone else there as she casually made her way towards the black BMW. Her ride was covered in red and green dragons, and the words Dragen's Tattoos were wrapped around each of those menacing looking reptiles.
And like the reptiles that represented her, Ivy was nothing short of a cold blooded killer. She was Asian American, and with her amazing body and beautiful yet evil looking face, she was a visual knockout. Spider web-like nylons covered her healthy and sexy looking legs up to her thighs. Her hair was curly and long, and appeared to be chemically induced to change the color into a blackish red. Her eye makeup matched her Gothic appearance, and certainly gave off a vibe that she was not the one to fuck with.
The crowd favorite was Kimberly, the stunningly tall and elegant looking blonde bombshell. She was blowing kisses into the crowd as she walked towards her Pink Beamer. Her six inch heels kicked up a little explosion of dust with each step as she trotted towards the Pretty On Pink Lingerie sponsored vehicle. Her icon was of a little pink kitty with a young man hanging from the side of its mouth instead of a mouse. She was known on the track as Ms. Pretty Pink Pussy, but her actions spoke more of a ruthless Lioness at dinner time. She had killed several racers in the past, was known to race dirty, and had absolutely no fear behind the wheel of just about any vehicle. Unfortunately, she was ungodly TICKLISH and that alone was more deadly then any other racer on this track could ever be.
Emily was the little brown haired cutie racing her Yellow BMW for the famous candy company, Yellow Teeth Candies. She was throwing bags of the little treats to the crowd as she walked towards her waiting vehicle. If she could pull off a win here, she' be offered a full time contract as the official model for the candy company, and boy did they ever have some racy ads! They once covered a model in vanilla cream with only the soles of her feet visible. She was propped on a giant tongue on her belly with the subtitle: "Candy so good, you'll eat it alive"
Megan was a super hotty with absolutely no racing skills whatsoever. But she had always been lucky her entire life. Everything she touched turned to gold. She was a very good driver, but she had no official training to brag about. She was tattoo artist on the side, and worked in the center of Solewood Estates. She actually did private tattooing in your own home. It was very popular, and she was very talented. Megan was being sponsored by TickleTortureClips.com.
Her silver beamer was riddled with hundreds of actual clips from the website and had a license plate "Silvrchery"
Angelica was a beauty queen turned film stunt woman with a terrible temper and a big craving for winning. Losing an event in any form of competition was like getting her toes stepped on. It hurt her pride and she hated that feeling. She was being sponsored by Bottom's Up Beer and was driving the blue BMW. She sort of looked a little like Julia Roberts and had such a great butt to sit and stare. Plus, she had super ticklish feet!
A few more minutes of this silly parade and the race would finally begin.
Our "troubled" group was told to contain themselves and to keep their eyes and ears on the screens in front of them. Glancing around the room, you'd just about see the intensions of evil just dripping off these characters. Seven of them in total, and five of them were female. Shackles were placed around their ankles, their waists, and locked tightly around each wrist in order to keep them in order. With their hands cuffed in front of them, it was rather easy to access the digital controls that would work the machines of tickling torment hidden within the racing vehicles. Since we weren't dealing with the most intelligent and/or sane folks here, the company sponsoring the race all together set them up with easy to use picture menus. So, if they wanted to get the woman's feet, they'd simply press the pink foot icon on their monitors.
Most of these perverts had been arrested for petty crimes, but each one had something to do with tickling. A few of the women had worked as nurses and had been put in the slammer for torturing a few of their patients. One women had actually mummy wrapped this poor cheerleader from her neck right down to her ankles and tickled the soles of her gel coated and bare feet for nearly four hours before getting caught. On the male side of things, you'd find former principal Mike DuCalus. His strange take on teaching behavior to his students got him into some very hot water when he started sending the students home and bringing in the MILF's for a little session of bondage, ball-gags, and intense foot tickling torture! As you can see, if hell had a PTA, this would be the bunch...
Clouds of dust burst into the air as the starting gun was fired and the Beamers drove off into the desert. There were six of them in total and all of them running at incredible speeds already as they headed off towards part two of this intense race. Following shortly behind the lovely ladies were two helicopters equipped with television cameras and a full crew to use them. This way, both the folks sitting in the stands at part one and the folks waiting in the stands at part two could all watch the action unfold on these huge fucking screens the company had set up before the race began. It was like watching a really good NASCAR race on T.V. or seeing Days of Thunder. Only thing different is that this wasn't a movie, and the action was a reality. The choppers kicked up a good amount of dust on their own as they ventured upwards into the sky and took off after the cars.
Our tickling demons had the best view of all of us. They were watching their lady racer through several mini cameras installed within the vehicle itself. Every ten to fifteen seconds, the view would show a different angle. This way they could literally strike at them with those tickling machines and watch them squirm and kick at nearly every angle possible! (Eat your heart out Magic Touch! )
An order was issued to these freaks NOT to start the tickling until at least an hour had passed from the start up. Being the lunatics they were, do you really think they’d follow the guidelines? Of course not! They almost all started slapping buttons immediately after the racers began! In fact, that perverted Principal was hitting the feet button on Carie before the race even started!
So, the company set up a little safety system and had locked down their terminals before the race began. After the first hour, they'd be allowed to tickle the living shit out of these poor women...
It was only a matter of time now...
Speaking of the race!!
It was already rolling as we speak!! The dust was clouding up the desert and the action was starting to sizzle.
"Oh my god!! Did you see the air Pretty on Pink just took!?!" The announcer shouted with excitement.
He was right to be excited! The camera crew in the chopper on the left hand side had picked up an amazing moment early on in this race. It appeared that the hottie driving the Silver Beamer with the banners " TickleTortureClips,com Videos" had side slammed the Pink Beamer off the main road and into a pile of dirt off to the side. Without much time to think or steer clear of this disaster, she sucked it up and slammed into that dirt head on like a bull through a mirror! The beamer's front end ripped that dirt pile apart and sent the vehicle soaring through the air like a missile!!
The entire windshield was covered in dust and dirt as the front wheels slammed back into the desert road and tried to straighten themselves out as the backside came crashing down.
"AAAAAAaaahhhh!!!!" Ms. Pink Pussy shouted into her headset as she jolted up in her seat and tightened her grip on the leather covered steering wheel.
The Silver Beamer, being driven by the beautiful Megan rolled down the passenger side window and flipped the bird.
"Courtesy of TickleTortureClips.com, bitch!" She shouted into the driver's personal inner communications system.
As you can see, rivals were already being formed at this young stage in the race. It wasn't quite clear if Megan had that intension when she slid into Pretty Pink's Beamer, but it certainly came off that way. Now, the other three cars were pushing ahead in an effort to leave those feuding bitches behind. The yellow car kicked herself into high gear and slammed the sole of her foot down against the gas pedal as she suddenly flew upwards onto this deserted highway like a rat out of hell. Following closely behind was our sweet Carie, who had practically shoved her bumper into yellow's trunk at this point.
To their left was the black and green dragon, but her intensions were purely to not only rid both of these cars out of this race early, but to stop them from ever racing again. Such a cold hearted bitch.. Great for ratings, but so mean!
Using the full power of the BMW's mighty engine, she managed to push ahead both the yellow and the red cars and then cut across the road abruptly!
"Holy cow balls!! That was a close shave!! I can't imagine that Dragen’s Tattoos actually meant to cut those other cars off on purpose!" The announcer said as he flipped off the screen showing that menacing black and green Beamer.
"Shit! Shit! SHIT!!!" Carie screamed.
She immediately pulled her foot off the gas and yanked the wheel to the right as to correct herself and miss the fish tail turn of this lunatic slut that just cut her off. The Yellow car wasn't so lucky unfortunately. The right corner of her bumper caught a little of the black and green car's backside and caused her to lose control and skid off the road like a maniac. She found herself screaming and pumping the brakes in an effort to ease the impact before slamming headfirst into a nearby speed limit sign.
WWWHHAMM!!
She ended up spinning a full 360 degrees before coming to a complete stop and lying there in ruins. The driver was breathing heavily with her heart rate at about 140 beats per second. Sweat trickled down her face as she used her angry fists to pound against the steering wheel.
Seconds after she stopped, both Silver Cherry and the Pink car flew past her with incredible speed as they chased down the three cars way in front. Red was pissed as all hell, but she wasn't out of this race yet.
-Tickling the competition-
"Alright Ladies and gentlemen, I need your attention..." A voice through the strange underground base's PA system explained.
The seven lunatics all sort of spaced out and glanced around the room. A few of them stopped drooling, but most of them kept on fiddling with their keyboards and pressing the screens.
"You will now be allowed to play with our friends featured in the screens in front of you." The voice explained.
This seemed to get their attention mighty well. In other words, the drooling stopped and they were all ears.
"Everybody understand how to play this game?" The voice asked.
One of the women on the far left side of things slowly raised her hand. She was a dark little gothic looking type. Her hair had been braided into several hundred little whips and her dark black and light blue makeup told of tragedy and really bad social skills. She wore a T-shirt that said "The Bad little Princess..." Strangely enough, on the backside of the shirt was a little piece of information near the small of her back. It read: "x Little Red Running Hood, an Ink & Izzy Production"
Strange...
"I have just one question.." She said with a smile.
The voice answered back..
"And that is?"
She turned her screen towards where she though the voice was coming from as if to explain herself with a visual presentation.
"I see the foot, the ribs, the belly, the armpits, and the legs displayed on my screen." She explained.
"And?" The voice questioned
"Well, what bothers me is that I don't see what I'm looking for in any of the options..." She said as she ran her black fingertips up and down the computer screen.
"What exactly are you looking for,...Ms ((pausing for a short moment )) Ms. Tragic?"
"How about her entire ass, her clit, her anus, and her nipples? They seem to be missing from my screen." She explained.
A few of the other lunatics sort of joined in and expressed that they too were missing these icons.
The voice didn't say anything right away, but eventually explained that in order to get such rewards, they'd have to earn them...
"Earn them?" Another woman asked.
"For every successful tickle attack you complete with your driver, I will award you with another icon of her body to play with.." The voice explained.
The panel came to life with shouts of protest and the slamming of foreheads against the table.
"Or I can just remove the screens completely and have you just enjoy the race as a spectator.."
As the voice explained this, the computer screens and the controls suddenly started lowering themselves back into the table.
This seemed to get the point across fairly well.
"A success tickle attack means that you caused your driver to either lose control of her vehicle, crash and burn, or help to cause an accident. Merely getting them to Laugh, giggle or beg and plead simply does NOT count as a successful attack. Are we all clear on these terms?"
They all nodded their heads and sort of glanced around the room a little.
"Then shall we begin?" The voice asked.
It was agreed that the process was ready to get started. Soon, those poor drivers were going to find that keeping up with their opponents and pushing for the lead was the LEAST of their worries....
We were at least two hours into the race now and things went from mildly dangerous to fucking insane in the last ten miles of road! The yellow beamer has taken the lead and is pushing a strong and steady distance ahead of the other five. The pink and the Silver are still battling it out and things are getting worse! TickleTortureClips.com's beamer started side slamming the pink car into the oncoming traffic lane as big rigs were rumbling past them at incredible speeds. The intensity is almost thick enough to cut with a chainsaw between those two now! Carie in the red car is having a hell of time keeping her car steady on the road!
"Look at that car wiggle back and forth across the road folks! Amazing! If you ask me, I'd check her breath about now!" He said as the camera crew on one of the choppers zoomed in on Carie's crazy antics. Little did they know, she wasn't trying to be this unprofessional. She had no choice in the matter.
Several Minutes earlier, a panel slid open and released two vice grip like robotic claws into her car. They were rising from a panel closest to her brake pedal. She didn't notice them because she was busy trying to keep her distance from the maniac bitch behind the wheel of the blue car that kept pumping her brakes in an effort to have Carie slam into her backside. It was a dirty move, but in this race, nothing was considered a disgrace.
Her attention was away from her feet and on the road when those two hands grabbed her ankle and pulled her boot covered foot into the floor panel.
That got her attention!
She immediately peered down and forgot about the road as she saw her foot had now disappeared into a panel that had closed around her ankle! Her eyes became bloodshot almost immediately as her blood pressure hit the ceiling. She was starting to panic like you wouldn't believe! A blaring horn from an oncoming truck snapped Carie out of it and she pulled her attention back to the road. In this case, she was staring at the front grill on a semi truck that seemed to be heading straight for her!!
Luckily for her and unluckily for the truck driver, Carie was able to pull herself together at the last second and steer to the left and miss the truck completely. The trucker wasn't as skilled as he tried slamming on the brakes and soon found himself slamming face first into a parking El Dorado on the side of the road. With a heavy slam of twisted metal on metal and the sounds of glass shattering, the truck came to a stop and remained silent in a cloud of dust as the El Dorado did a few flips across the main highway and ended up slamming through a nearby cattle property fence.
Carie was thankful to be alive, but at the same time, still worried about where her foot was at the moment! Suddenly, a strange burning smell filled the car's interior as a few more robotic hands joined the party and started the task of slicing the sole of her boot off. Like De-shelling a clam, they were ripping apart this boot to get to the prize... the tender sole of her bare foot..
"Help!! Help me!!" She shouted into the air as she tried pulling her foot free.
The woman watching her monitor laughed playfully as her victim was prepared for her first session of foot tickling torture.
It wouldn't be long now before Carie was a laughing and giggling little worm within the seatbelts and tightened clamps keeping her safety within the roll cage of that vehicle. There was nowhere she could go anyway. No way to fight this at all..
The Boot was soon peeled open and her innocent and squirming little foot was pulled through the boot and towards a box that would eventually open to expose several hundred different shaped fiber brushes and over a million vibrating hair thin wires and lickers. Carie felt her leg get dragged in a little further as she held the wheel and subconsciously slammed harder on the gas pedal as she tried everything in her god given power to get that foot free. It was too late though, for that little box was spreading open and her foot was being dragged into the center of it.
Like a Venus Fly trap, it would suck her little foot in and close down around in so that all the wire ticklers would wrap themselves around her squirming toes and the brushes would slither and lather up the soles of her helpless foot.
But would this be a successful Tickle Attack? Only time would tell.
Carie felt something close around her entire foot and all hell broke loose...
There wasn't an inch of flesh on that freshly pedicured foot that didn't get the attention it deserved.
At first, her face tightened and she howled desperately at the ceiling of the car as she tried keeping her eyes on the road. The blue was inching her way towards Carie and was now getting ready to make a pass when all of the sudden, the driver of the blue car felt something cold and strange slither around her stomach. It had come from a panel in the driver's seat itself and then ducked back into another panel on the other side of the same seat. Like a snake, it seemed to wrap around her belly and then tighten up.
"What the hell am I feeling?" She shouted into her microphone.
The CEO and owner of the company tried to calmly explain that she was probably just being paranoid and that there was nothing to worry about other then winning the race right now.
"Screw you!! I'm seriously feeling something strange here!!" She shouted into the microphone as her car suddenly started slowly down.
The lunatics had started their fun it seemed. Nearly every one of those pretty drivers had experienced something a little strange and weird in their vehicles as the BMW drove through the desert. They kicked up enough dust to consider this event a level three monsoon for the folks in Arizona. That hardly mattered though as the tickling attacks slowly started kicking in and causing chaos...
"Ahahaha AHAHAA haA AAHA WAIT!! hh ahawa waha whaw NOT MY FOOT!! ha eahea eahea GIVE IT BACK!!!!" Carie shouted as her foot was tickled without mercy and without hesitation. Her tear filled eyes tried remaining on the road, but she found herself surfing up and down the lanes and was acting like a drunk driver!
"AHah Ahaa AHAHAHA Aha NOOOO!!! hhaa ehae ahehae ahehae HAH AHEHAE AEHA PLEASE!! PLEASE WAIT!!!" Carie begged.
Her trembling hands held firmly to the wheel as she pumped down on the gas pedal and headed towards the feuding Silver and Pink cars in the distance. The tickling was horrible, but she managed to just take it and laugh her ass off as she tried keeping her focus on the road and winning this race.
"Ahah Ahaa ahe HAEAE AOHH GOD!! STOP THIS!! ha eahea aheae wait!! wait!!!" She shouted to deaf ears as her car blew past the blue one and sped off.
As for our friend in the blue car....
'Ahahahaah AAHHOOO HEHEHE HHOOOOO!!! HOOOO!! NOW NOW!! HHAOOO HEHE HHOOO!!" She cried as this snake-like vibrating tickling machine wrapped tighter around her waist and tickled her belly. The vibration tickling were strong enough to cause her belly button ring to tremble and buzz as if it was connected to electricity!
"Ha! haha aehaheaehaheaheah ahea STOP THIS THING NOW!!!" She shouted nervously as she tried watching the road. She wasn't being careful and soon found herself drifting off the road and plowing through some open meadow off track. As her car ripped through the tall grass, she had let go of the wheel completely and was trying desperately to get this thing off her waist.
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{Underground}
The lunatic watching his screen was enjoying this show and rubbing his hands together at his possible win. It was a great feeling to enjoy.
Then, he started thinking about something...
He raised his hand with a frown on his face and waited for the PA system to notice. A few moments rolled by and eventually it did just that.
"Yes?" It asked.
"A successful attack could mean the death of our racer, correct?" He asked in a confused tone.
"That's correct. Why do you ask?"
"Well, if I were to be successful and rewarded with other tickling spots, but my driver was no longer available to me, then what good is it to win at all?" He asked.
He had an excellent point...
But unfortunately the PA system's automatic chain guns had an excellent answer...
Without a minute's worth of hesitation, the questioning man was covered in bullet fire and blow across the room before he could so much as blink. Blood splattered the console and some of the lunatics nearby as his body flew back and slammed against the far wall. It was a horrible sight, and I think he actually survived the first wave of bullets.
Oh, just terrible...
"As for the rest of you, I'd like you to reflect on this moment and realize that you are here to do as I say. There are no answers to your questions. Only my orders and commands will be your guide here. If you are successful in the demise of your racer, then I will simply give you another racer to play with. At that point, both you and the previous torturer will have further tickling options." The PA system explained.
The chain guns still had steam coming off the ends before they recoiled back into the ceiling and vanished.
"Any questions?"
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{Back to the Race}
The tickling suddenly stopped as the six cars approached what appeared to be the second part of this crazy race. A boat dock with a huge banner and nearly two thousand spectators waited for the approaching Beamers. At this moment, this was the current order,
Megan, driving for TickleTortureclips.com in the lead
Kim, driving for Pretty on Pink Lingerie inches behind and holding second..
Angelica in the Blue car and racing for Bottom's up Beer was coming up in third..
Carie, driving for Sweetheart Pastries pulled off fourth place and was holding her own...
Ivy, driving for Dragen’s Tattoos followed a few miles behind Carie in fifth…
Emily in the Yellow car and racing for Yellow Teeth Candies was trailing in last place...
A four part series involving intense car racing, insane speed boats, battling stunt planes, naked biker chicks, and terrible tickling machines to add to our fun...
WARNING!! The following stories contain graphic sexual content, intense bondage, ball-gagging, sexual themes, full, forced nudity, violence, giant hamsters, and enough Red Sole Diary character cameos to make your head spin...
PART ONE: {Racing through the desert in a car with no name}
SoleWood Luxury Suites- [The day before the race]
Carie had been showering for the last forty five minutes in her hotel bathroom. The enormous, over the top suite offered an amazing marble and glass shower that was glittered with gold and just oozing with enjoyment. This was the last time she'd be feeling calm for the next three days. Soon, Carie would find herself behind the wheel of a lighting fast modified BMW and then thrown into a crazy fast and life threatening race across two huge cities. Five other beautiful and talented women would serve as her opponents, and each were just as deadly as the one before her.
She pressed her palms against the glass window overlooking the bay as the hot water showered her naked flesh. Goose pimples rippled across her soft tanned skin. Her nipples hardened and her clit began to swell. In big events like these, the racers found themselves treated to a glorious day of Spa treatments and top dollar pampering all complimentary of whatever corporation that sponsored the ladies. In Carie's case, the Sweetheart Pastries company had rolled out a red and gold carpet for her pretty little feet to walk upon. The suite itself was amazingly beautiful and relaxing to no end, but the Spa treatments that awaited her at the end of each of the four nights took the cake ( and the icing! )
A pedicure was given to her by the hands of four loving and all so tender Sole Specialists, a full body massage and mud bath was included followed by a one hour facial and a perfect manicure. Her hair was thrown in for the hell of it.
She felt like a million dollars as she walked from her steamy shower soaking wet. She nearly floated weightlessly through the room as if floating on a pair of cloud slippers as she fell face first into her oh-so-comfy marshmallow soft mattress. She was dripping wet and soon felt the presence of a damp sheets beneath her soft body, but it hardly mattered.
"There should be a law against these beds.." She thought to herself as she curled into a little ball near the center and slowly drifted into dreamland.
Tomorrow the race would begin and relaxation of any kind would find itself getting a swift kick out of their lives. The race was enough to scare any hardened competitor into a pile of shaky nerves and filled to the teeth with uneasy conclusions. It was a race unique to any before it and quite possibly the entire world as a whole.
A few reasons would draw someone to this sort of conclusion.
One reason was the fact that the race consisted of four different parts and four different vehicles! They started off behind the wheels of some of the fastest BMW you'd ever see on four wheels. They'd be crossing the highways of the Solewood desert on a heat filled, nerve destroying tension race to the first of four finish lines. The journey would last roughly two hours before they began the second part.
Along the shores of Solewood Valley, the women would find themselves turning in their wheels for water! The boats served as part two of this competition. The women would leave what was left of their vehicle at the second stop and jump into some incredibly fast and seriously dangerous speedboats and continue this out of control race through the rough waters of the Sandalic Ocean. The other two parts of the race will remain a secret until we get there folks. But there's something about this crazy race that I haven't spoke about yet.
An uncomfortable secret...
There are several pieces of dark red sections of each of the four vehicles the six stunning beauties will enter. The machines beneath these red panels scattered all around the seats are designed for the purpose of their torture and our enjoyment. SinusCorp. Industries was kind enough to delve into their huge catalog of toys and to allow us to use whatever we felt like installing. This meant terrible tickling torture for the drivers, but pure good old' fashion enjoyment for us! The name Paxter Industries was stamped into every microchip in those little fuckers, and his name stood for quality torturing products.
But who would pull their strings?
We've gathered up a group of psychotic and disturbed individuals and placed them at the controls of the devices and little mind boggling machines. This is where the real danger comes into play, and is also what separates the pavement pussies from the all out Highway Queens! The disturbed group of lunatics have one simple job to do as these women attempt to fly in and out of danger, slide past one another looking for the edge, and kissing death on the cheek as they defy all laws of gravity and logical sense all together. They must do the agonizing task of TICKLING these poor racers as they race! That's right!
At any moment during this race, our lovely panel of lunatics have the power invested in them to start up the foot ticklers, rib lickers, hip huggers, and armpit sucking machines until their little dark hearts are content! The race alone is extremely dangerous, but when you throw being tickled as you drive into the mix, you move into the fucking downright insane category when it comes to danger! How could you keep your eyes on the road with a pair of tickling dildos burrowing themselves into your soft little belly!?!
What about when that ankle clamp grabs a hold of your foot and drags it into the foot tickling machine installed to the left of the brake pedal!!?
Could you watch the road and still win the race if you were being tickled into tears?
I know six women that think they can....
-Ladies, start your laughing!!-
[Day one of the race]
"And what a crowd we have here today for the beginning of what will prove to be another incredible competition among some very powerful women!"
The under weight and rather crude looking announcer shouted from his elevated viewing booth. At this moment, it was covered in pink and red flags and had the icons of all six women scattered all over the chalky white wooden panels making up the walls. The announcer was thin and hyper, but had proven himself to be a crowd pleaser with his over the top jokes and excellent delivery skills. Plus, he sold Weed after the event and for that alone he had become extremely popular.
Covered in ugly tattoos from the waist down, this long haired and heavily pierced punk cracked his knuckles and chugged down a few gulps of his Coors light before addressing the high energy crowd once again.
At the bright pink starting line, you'd see six of the same model BMW in a different shade of color and riddled with the stickers and banners of six different corporations. Plus, the name and themed icon of each of the six racers were displayed on the vehicle as well. Since betting was illegal and never tolerated for this event, you'd have to visit an underground club or meet up with some sort of thug that could place a bet for you. Trust me when I tell you that your odds of winning back your money and then some were in your favor on this one due to the incredibly large categories offered! You could practically name your bet!
First women to skid off the road
First racer to slam into oncoming traffic
First racer to die laughing...
First racer to blow a tire..
and even, the first racer to show us their breasts...
This was just the tip of jiggling dildo! I'm talking about literally thousands of different bets were taken in these underground places, but uh.. you never heard that from me.. understand?
The announcer was sipping another Coors light when he heard the crowd's cheering and clapping suddenly burst into an explosion of sound!
((Insert sound of a LOUD ExplOsion here ))
He jumped up and into his swiveling leather chair and grabbed for the mic as the six racers walked out towards their individual cars. It appeared that the time had come to start this race.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let us give thanks and praise to the lovely meat market walking out towards the starting line." He said with a smile.
Carie and the other five all sort of glanced towards the booth and shook their heads as they waved at the crowd and blew little kisses. All but the fifth racer in the line anyway. She was keeping a straight face and ignoring just about everyone else there as she casually made her way towards the black BMW. Her ride was covered in red and green dragons, and the words Dragen's Tattoos were wrapped around each of those menacing looking reptiles.
And like the reptiles that represented her, Ivy was nothing short of a cold blooded killer. She was Asian American, and with her amazing body and beautiful yet evil looking face, she was a visual knockout. Spider web-like nylons covered her healthy and sexy looking legs up to her thighs. Her hair was curly and long, and appeared to be chemically induced to change the color into a blackish red. Her eye makeup matched her Gothic appearance, and certainly gave off a vibe that she was not the one to fuck with.
The crowd favorite was Kimberly, the stunningly tall and elegant looking blonde bombshell. She was blowing kisses into the crowd as she walked towards her Pink Beamer. Her six inch heels kicked up a little explosion of dust with each step as she trotted towards the Pretty On Pink Lingerie sponsored vehicle. Her icon was of a little pink kitty with a young man hanging from the side of its mouth instead of a mouse. She was known on the track as Ms. Pretty Pink Pussy, but her actions spoke more of a ruthless Lioness at dinner time. She had killed several racers in the past, was known to race dirty, and had absolutely no fear behind the wheel of just about any vehicle. Unfortunately, she was ungodly TICKLISH and that alone was more deadly then any other racer on this track could ever be.
Emily was the little brown haired cutie racing her Yellow BMW for the famous candy company, Yellow Teeth Candies. She was throwing bags of the little treats to the crowd as she walked towards her waiting vehicle. If she could pull off a win here, she' be offered a full time contract as the official model for the candy company, and boy did they ever have some racy ads! They once covered a model in vanilla cream with only the soles of her feet visible. She was propped on a giant tongue on her belly with the subtitle: "Candy so good, you'll eat it alive"
Megan was a super hotty with absolutely no racing skills whatsoever. But she had always been lucky her entire life. Everything she touched turned to gold. She was a very good driver, but she had no official training to brag about. She was tattoo artist on the side, and worked in the center of Solewood Estates. She actually did private tattooing in your own home. It was very popular, and she was very talented. Megan was being sponsored by TickleTortureClips.com.
Her silver beamer was riddled with hundreds of actual clips from the website and had a license plate "Silvrchery"
Angelica was a beauty queen turned film stunt woman with a terrible temper and a big craving for winning. Losing an event in any form of competition was like getting her toes stepped on. It hurt her pride and she hated that feeling. She was being sponsored by Bottom's Up Beer and was driving the blue BMW. She sort of looked a little like Julia Roberts and had such a great butt to sit and stare. Plus, she had super ticklish feet!
A few more minutes of this silly parade and the race would finally begin.
Our "troubled" group was told to contain themselves and to keep their eyes and ears on the screens in front of them. Glancing around the room, you'd just about see the intensions of evil just dripping off these characters. Seven of them in total, and five of them were female. Shackles were placed around their ankles, their waists, and locked tightly around each wrist in order to keep them in order. With their hands cuffed in front of them, it was rather easy to access the digital controls that would work the machines of tickling torment hidden within the racing vehicles. Since we weren't dealing with the most intelligent and/or sane folks here, the company sponsoring the race all together set them up with easy to use picture menus. So, if they wanted to get the woman's feet, they'd simply press the pink foot icon on their monitors.
Most of these perverts had been arrested for petty crimes, but each one had something to do with tickling. A few of the women had worked as nurses and had been put in the slammer for torturing a few of their patients. One women had actually mummy wrapped this poor cheerleader from her neck right down to her ankles and tickled the soles of her gel coated and bare feet for nearly four hours before getting caught. On the male side of things, you'd find former principal Mike DuCalus. His strange take on teaching behavior to his students got him into some very hot water when he started sending the students home and bringing in the MILF's for a little session of bondage, ball-gags, and intense foot tickling torture! As you can see, if hell had a PTA, this would be the bunch...
Clouds of dust burst into the air as the starting gun was fired and the Beamers drove off into the desert. There were six of them in total and all of them running at incredible speeds already as they headed off towards part two of this intense race. Following shortly behind the lovely ladies were two helicopters equipped with television cameras and a full crew to use them. This way, both the folks sitting in the stands at part one and the folks waiting in the stands at part two could all watch the action unfold on these huge fucking screens the company had set up before the race began. It was like watching a really good NASCAR race on T.V. or seeing Days of Thunder. Only thing different is that this wasn't a movie, and the action was a reality. The choppers kicked up a good amount of dust on their own as they ventured upwards into the sky and took off after the cars.
Our tickling demons had the best view of all of us. They were watching their lady racer through several mini cameras installed within the vehicle itself. Every ten to fifteen seconds, the view would show a different angle. This way they could literally strike at them with those tickling machines and watch them squirm and kick at nearly every angle possible! (Eat your heart out Magic Touch! )
An order was issued to these freaks NOT to start the tickling until at least an hour had passed from the start up. Being the lunatics they were, do you really think they’d follow the guidelines? Of course not! They almost all started slapping buttons immediately after the racers began! In fact, that perverted Principal was hitting the feet button on Carie before the race even started!
So, the company set up a little safety system and had locked down their terminals before the race began. After the first hour, they'd be allowed to tickle the living shit out of these poor women...
It was only a matter of time now...
Speaking of the race!!
It was already rolling as we speak!! The dust was clouding up the desert and the action was starting to sizzle.
"Oh my god!! Did you see the air Pretty on Pink just took!?!" The announcer shouted with excitement.
He was right to be excited! The camera crew in the chopper on the left hand side had picked up an amazing moment early on in this race. It appeared that the hottie driving the Silver Beamer with the banners " TickleTortureClips,com Videos" had side slammed the Pink Beamer off the main road and into a pile of dirt off to the side. Without much time to think or steer clear of this disaster, she sucked it up and slammed into that dirt head on like a bull through a mirror! The beamer's front end ripped that dirt pile apart and sent the vehicle soaring through the air like a missile!!
The entire windshield was covered in dust and dirt as the front wheels slammed back into the desert road and tried to straighten themselves out as the backside came crashing down.
"AAAAAAaaahhhh!!!!" Ms. Pink Pussy shouted into her headset as she jolted up in her seat and tightened her grip on the leather covered steering wheel.
The Silver Beamer, being driven by the beautiful Megan rolled down the passenger side window and flipped the bird.
"Courtesy of TickleTortureClips.com, bitch!" She shouted into the driver's personal inner communications system.
As you can see, rivals were already being formed at this young stage in the race. It wasn't quite clear if Megan had that intension when she slid into Pretty Pink's Beamer, but it certainly came off that way. Now, the other three cars were pushing ahead in an effort to leave those feuding bitches behind. The yellow car kicked herself into high gear and slammed the sole of her foot down against the gas pedal as she suddenly flew upwards onto this deserted highway like a rat out of hell. Following closely behind was our sweet Carie, who had practically shoved her bumper into yellow's trunk at this point.
To their left was the black and green dragon, but her intensions were purely to not only rid both of these cars out of this race early, but to stop them from ever racing again. Such a cold hearted bitch.. Great for ratings, but so mean!
Using the full power of the BMW's mighty engine, she managed to push ahead both the yellow and the red cars and then cut across the road abruptly!
"Holy cow balls!! That was a close shave!! I can't imagine that Dragen’s Tattoos actually meant to cut those other cars off on purpose!" The announcer said as he flipped off the screen showing that menacing black and green Beamer.
"Shit! Shit! SHIT!!!" Carie screamed.
She immediately pulled her foot off the gas and yanked the wheel to the right as to correct herself and miss the fish tail turn of this lunatic slut that just cut her off. The Yellow car wasn't so lucky unfortunately. The right corner of her bumper caught a little of the black and green car's backside and caused her to lose control and skid off the road like a maniac. She found herself screaming and pumping the brakes in an effort to ease the impact before slamming headfirst into a nearby speed limit sign.
WWWHHAMM!!
She ended up spinning a full 360 degrees before coming to a complete stop and lying there in ruins. The driver was breathing heavily with her heart rate at about 140 beats per second. Sweat trickled down her face as she used her angry fists to pound against the steering wheel.
Seconds after she stopped, both Silver Cherry and the Pink car flew past her with incredible speed as they chased down the three cars way in front. Red was pissed as all hell, but she wasn't out of this race yet.
-Tickling the competition-
"Alright Ladies and gentlemen, I need your attention..." A voice through the strange underground base's PA system explained.
The seven lunatics all sort of spaced out and glanced around the room. A few of them stopped drooling, but most of them kept on fiddling with their keyboards and pressing the screens.
"You will now be allowed to play with our friends featured in the screens in front of you." The voice explained.
This seemed to get their attention mighty well. In other words, the drooling stopped and they were all ears.
"Everybody understand how to play this game?" The voice asked.
One of the women on the far left side of things slowly raised her hand. She was a dark little gothic looking type. Her hair had been braided into several hundred little whips and her dark black and light blue makeup told of tragedy and really bad social skills. She wore a T-shirt that said "The Bad little Princess..." Strangely enough, on the backside of the shirt was a little piece of information near the small of her back. It read: "x Little Red Running Hood, an Ink & Izzy Production"
Strange...
"I have just one question.." She said with a smile.
The voice answered back..
"And that is?"
She turned her screen towards where she though the voice was coming from as if to explain herself with a visual presentation.
"I see the foot, the ribs, the belly, the armpits, and the legs displayed on my screen." She explained.
"And?" The voice questioned
"Well, what bothers me is that I don't see what I'm looking for in any of the options..." She said as she ran her black fingertips up and down the computer screen.
"What exactly are you looking for,...Ms ((pausing for a short moment )) Ms. Tragic?"
"How about her entire ass, her clit, her anus, and her nipples? They seem to be missing from my screen." She explained.
A few of the other lunatics sort of joined in and expressed that they too were missing these icons.
The voice didn't say anything right away, but eventually explained that in order to get such rewards, they'd have to earn them...
"Earn them?" Another woman asked.
"For every successful tickle attack you complete with your driver, I will award you with another icon of her body to play with.." The voice explained.
The panel came to life with shouts of protest and the slamming of foreheads against the table.
"Or I can just remove the screens completely and have you just enjoy the race as a spectator.."
As the voice explained this, the computer screens and the controls suddenly started lowering themselves back into the table.
This seemed to get the point across fairly well.
"A success tickle attack means that you caused your driver to either lose control of her vehicle, crash and burn, or help to cause an accident. Merely getting them to Laugh, giggle or beg and plead simply does NOT count as a successful attack. Are we all clear on these terms?"
They all nodded their heads and sort of glanced around the room a little.
"Then shall we begin?" The voice asked.
It was agreed that the process was ready to get started. Soon, those poor drivers were going to find that keeping up with their opponents and pushing for the lead was the LEAST of their worries....
We were at least two hours into the race now and things went from mildly dangerous to fucking insane in the last ten miles of road! The yellow beamer has taken the lead and is pushing a strong and steady distance ahead of the other five. The pink and the Silver are still battling it out and things are getting worse! TickleTortureClips.com's beamer started side slamming the pink car into the oncoming traffic lane as big rigs were rumbling past them at incredible speeds. The intensity is almost thick enough to cut with a chainsaw between those two now! Carie in the red car is having a hell of time keeping her car steady on the road!
"Look at that car wiggle back and forth across the road folks! Amazing! If you ask me, I'd check her breath about now!" He said as the camera crew on one of the choppers zoomed in on Carie's crazy antics. Little did they know, she wasn't trying to be this unprofessional. She had no choice in the matter.
Several Minutes earlier, a panel slid open and released two vice grip like robotic claws into her car. They were rising from a panel closest to her brake pedal. She didn't notice them because she was busy trying to keep her distance from the maniac bitch behind the wheel of the blue car that kept pumping her brakes in an effort to have Carie slam into her backside. It was a dirty move, but in this race, nothing was considered a disgrace.
Her attention was away from her feet and on the road when those two hands grabbed her ankle and pulled her boot covered foot into the floor panel.
That got her attention!
She immediately peered down and forgot about the road as she saw her foot had now disappeared into a panel that had closed around her ankle! Her eyes became bloodshot almost immediately as her blood pressure hit the ceiling. She was starting to panic like you wouldn't believe! A blaring horn from an oncoming truck snapped Carie out of it and she pulled her attention back to the road. In this case, she was staring at the front grill on a semi truck that seemed to be heading straight for her!!
Luckily for her and unluckily for the truck driver, Carie was able to pull herself together at the last second and steer to the left and miss the truck completely. The trucker wasn't as skilled as he tried slamming on the brakes and soon found himself slamming face first into a parking El Dorado on the side of the road. With a heavy slam of twisted metal on metal and the sounds of glass shattering, the truck came to a stop and remained silent in a cloud of dust as the El Dorado did a few flips across the main highway and ended up slamming through a nearby cattle property fence.
Carie was thankful to be alive, but at the same time, still worried about where her foot was at the moment! Suddenly, a strange burning smell filled the car's interior as a few more robotic hands joined the party and started the task of slicing the sole of her boot off. Like De-shelling a clam, they were ripping apart this boot to get to the prize... the tender sole of her bare foot..
"Help!! Help me!!" She shouted into the air as she tried pulling her foot free.
The woman watching her monitor laughed playfully as her victim was prepared for her first session of foot tickling torture.
It wouldn't be long now before Carie was a laughing and giggling little worm within the seatbelts and tightened clamps keeping her safety within the roll cage of that vehicle. There was nowhere she could go anyway. No way to fight this at all..
The Boot was soon peeled open and her innocent and squirming little foot was pulled through the boot and towards a box that would eventually open to expose several hundred different shaped fiber brushes and over a million vibrating hair thin wires and lickers. Carie felt her leg get dragged in a little further as she held the wheel and subconsciously slammed harder on the gas pedal as she tried everything in her god given power to get that foot free. It was too late though, for that little box was spreading open and her foot was being dragged into the center of it.
Like a Venus Fly trap, it would suck her little foot in and close down around in so that all the wire ticklers would wrap themselves around her squirming toes and the brushes would slither and lather up the soles of her helpless foot.
But would this be a successful Tickle Attack? Only time would tell.
Carie felt something close around her entire foot and all hell broke loose...
There wasn't an inch of flesh on that freshly pedicured foot that didn't get the attention it deserved.
At first, her face tightened and she howled desperately at the ceiling of the car as she tried keeping her eyes on the road. The blue was inching her way towards Carie and was now getting ready to make a pass when all of the sudden, the driver of the blue car felt something cold and strange slither around her stomach. It had come from a panel in the driver's seat itself and then ducked back into another panel on the other side of the same seat. Like a snake, it seemed to wrap around her belly and then tighten up.
"What the hell am I feeling?" She shouted into her microphone.
The CEO and owner of the company tried to calmly explain that she was probably just being paranoid and that there was nothing to worry about other then winning the race right now.
"Screw you!! I'm seriously feeling something strange here!!" She shouted into the microphone as her car suddenly started slowly down.
The lunatics had started their fun it seemed. Nearly every one of those pretty drivers had experienced something a little strange and weird in their vehicles as the BMW drove through the desert. They kicked up enough dust to consider this event a level three monsoon for the folks in Arizona. That hardly mattered though as the tickling attacks slowly started kicking in and causing chaos...
"Ahahaha AHAHAA haA AAHA WAIT!! hh ahawa waha whaw NOT MY FOOT!! ha eahea eahea GIVE IT BACK!!!!" Carie shouted as her foot was tickled without mercy and without hesitation. Her tear filled eyes tried remaining on the road, but she found herself surfing up and down the lanes and was acting like a drunk driver!
"AHah Ahaa AHAHAHA Aha NOOOO!!! hhaa ehae ahehae ahehae HAH AHEHAE AEHA PLEASE!! PLEASE WAIT!!!" Carie begged.
Her trembling hands held firmly to the wheel as she pumped down on the gas pedal and headed towards the feuding Silver and Pink cars in the distance. The tickling was horrible, but she managed to just take it and laugh her ass off as she tried keeping her focus on the road and winning this race.
"Ahah Ahaa ahe HAEAE AOHH GOD!! STOP THIS!! ha eahea aheae wait!! wait!!!" She shouted to deaf ears as her car blew past the blue one and sped off.
As for our friend in the blue car....
'Ahahahaah AAHHOOO HEHEHE HHOOOOO!!! HOOOO!! NOW NOW!! HHAOOO HEHE HHOOO!!" She cried as this snake-like vibrating tickling machine wrapped tighter around her waist and tickled her belly. The vibration tickling were strong enough to cause her belly button ring to tremble and buzz as if it was connected to electricity!
"Ha! haha aehaheaehaheaheah ahea STOP THIS THING NOW!!!" She shouted nervously as she tried watching the road. She wasn't being careful and soon found herself drifting off the road and plowing through some open meadow off track. As her car ripped through the tall grass, she had let go of the wheel completely and was trying desperately to get this thing off her waist.
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{Underground}
The lunatic watching his screen was enjoying this show and rubbing his hands together at his possible win. It was a great feeling to enjoy.
Then, he started thinking about something...
He raised his hand with a frown on his face and waited for the PA system to notice. A few moments rolled by and eventually it did just that.
"Yes?" It asked.
"A successful attack could mean the death of our racer, correct?" He asked in a confused tone.
"That's correct. Why do you ask?"
"Well, if I were to be successful and rewarded with other tickling spots, but my driver was no longer available to me, then what good is it to win at all?" He asked.
He had an excellent point...
But unfortunately the PA system's automatic chain guns had an excellent answer...
Without a minute's worth of hesitation, the questioning man was covered in bullet fire and blow across the room before he could so much as blink. Blood splattered the console and some of the lunatics nearby as his body flew back and slammed against the far wall. It was a horrible sight, and I think he actually survived the first wave of bullets.
Oh, just terrible...
"As for the rest of you, I'd like you to reflect on this moment and realize that you are here to do as I say. There are no answers to your questions. Only my orders and commands will be your guide here. If you are successful in the demise of your racer, then I will simply give you another racer to play with. At that point, both you and the previous torturer will have further tickling options." The PA system explained.
The chain guns still had steam coming off the ends before they recoiled back into the ceiling and vanished.
"Any questions?"
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{Back to the Race}
The tickling suddenly stopped as the six cars approached what appeared to be the second part of this crazy race. A boat dock with a huge banner and nearly two thousand spectators waited for the approaching Beamers. At this moment, this was the current order,
Megan, driving for TickleTortureclips.com in the lead
Kim, driving for Pretty on Pink Lingerie inches behind and holding second..
Angelica in the Blue car and racing for Bottom's up Beer was coming up in third..
Carie, driving for Sweetheart Pastries pulled off fourth place and was holding her own...
Ivy, driving for Dragen’s Tattoos followed a few miles behind Carie in fifth…
Emily in the Yellow car and racing for Yellow Teeth Candies was trailing in last place...
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