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-Pushing the Sky's Limits- Part Three
The choppers landed and began refueling as the women were escorted into their private quarters by some very hot models dressed as Flight attendants. We didn't see many kisses being blown into the crowd or any silly fake waving as they walked into their rooms this time around. Instead, they were cranky, soaking wet, and feeling those little butterflies bouncing around in their bellies.
Their rooms featured private hot tubs for relaxing and a little bed for a quick cat nap if needed. If that wasn't your poison, then you could hit the marble and gold riddled private bar installed near the bedroom. It had lovely glass mirrors all tinted red and nearly every alcoholic beverage you could ask for. Plus, you'd find a little bong just beneath the front counter. It even had a tasty looking bowl of green leaves stuffed in it and waiting.
What a place...
The crowd was shown footage from the first two parts of this race as they waited patiently for the third part to begin. The bunker was a bit humid today, and already people were getting a little restless. Regardless, the ladies needed a little R & R at this point. In fact, it would be another two hours before the race officially started.
-Underground madness-
There seemed to be an argument going on among the mindless maniacs that were tickling these poor ladies as they faced the dangers of the race. It seemed that the man who had been tickling Emily in the Yellow Teeth Candies boat was claiming that his skillful tickling is what caused her to fail this round. He claimed that if not for his tickling, she would have been more aware of that pirate ship and probably would have avoided it.
The voice in PA system didn't seem to agree...
"I'm tellin' you pal. I consider that a win for me and should be rewarded." He shouted towards the speakers installed in this underground dungeon of sorts. The scene that had shown Emily being pulled out of her boat kicking and screaming was now clicked off with the words
--No signal--
displayed across the screen. She had been pulled out of the boat by several weird looking men and was almost immediately having her clothing pulled off when the camera clicked out and lost connection.
"Your tickling had little to do with the large claw that attached itself to her boat number 13. I'm afraid you're mistaken." The voice explained.
Number 13 glared at the speakers with rage. He clenched his teeth and pulled his hands into fists as the anger built up in his body. His latex covered body tensed up and he started drooling a little. This wasn't your average tickler you had here. Number 13 was actually a member of SinusCorp for nearly five years before his accident. He started as a security guard for the prison section of the plant. Here, the new girls were brought in and held in captivity until the machine rooms were prepped and ready for them. He was in charge of logging them in and making sure nobody talked to each other.
Balls gags were his clever solution, and it definitely worked. But Number 13's luck changed for the worst when a personal friend of his was brought in as a prisoner. It was then he discovered how distorted and evil the company he worked for truly was. It was a painful discovery, but an important one nonetheless. He had to get his friend out of this place and then escape without getting caught.
They were successful for the first few days, but on day three, Number 13 misjudged a jump and fell nearly two stories to the cement floor of the trash chamber of the lab. He nearly broke all 206 bones in his body from that fall and unable to move a muscle. He thought he was dead. His poor friend tried to help him by climbing down that three story shaft barefoot. She was recaptured by SinusCorp several minutes later and introduced to whatever was behind the Pink Door. She was never seen again...
As for Number 13, they rebuilt his sorry ass and decided the proper punishment would be to regain all of his skills and then be thrown into a mental health prison for the rest of his life. Now, he sat angrily with a panel of six other wackos as they helped ruin the chances of each racer through the beauty of tickling.
He glared at the screen once again.
--No Signal--
"Am I getting another plaything?" He asked in that wispy robotic voice he now carried.
The PA system was shocked at this sudden change of attitude.
"Then you agree that you really had nothing to do with your racer's failure?" It asked.
"I don't agree, but I won't continue to argue." He said with confidence.
The chain guns were slowly lowered from their resting places the chambers were rapidly reloaded with bullets.
"You're starting to give me a headache number 13..." The PA system explained.
Gulping silently as Princess Tragic watched from her booth with a smile, Number 13 sort of slumped back in his chair as the chain guns rotated towards his direction...
-Annoyed Fans, Stoned pilots, and a giant floating hamster-
Exactly two hours had passed and the event was finally ready for take off. The little mini planes used for this portion of the race were designed to resemble authentic military aircraft from the mid 1940s. We had a 1940 Airabonita, a 1942 Hellcat, an older 1938 Spitfire, a 1945 P51 Mustang, and a P40 War hawk ( Flying Tiger ) for this event. Normally, these were planes used in simulation training and civilian activities. Now, they'd be pushing the sky’s limits as five talented women entered the big blue and gave it their all to get the lead.
Despite the excitement of the race preparing to begin, the crowd was bitter and angry. They were all throwing popcorn and cotton candy chunks at the announcers as they tried stalling time with their lame comedy bits.
"I'll tell you, I can't think of a better place to take the wife." Hal Beardson said to his radio partner Dunky.
"Why do you say that Hal?." Dunky replied.
Popcorn was still being thrown as they finished out this painfully humiliating display of desperation.
"Because she never leaves the house! I'm telling you, our sofa has two butt cheeks installed right where she sits. The cat sleeps in one of them at night!" He said with a snickering tone.
Dunky quickly shoved his chair closer to Hal as the popcorn was thrown at him by the bucket loads.
"Oh look! The racers are heading to the planes now!!" Hal shouted with relief.
The crowd turned their attention away from those blockheads and towards the airplanes. Each of the four remaining women had found discomfort in a cat suit made of leather and riddled with their sponsor's labels. It was already hot as hell out here, and once inside those tiny cockpits the temperature was bound to go up and up. Regardless, the planes were ready and the women hadn't gone this far just to give up and quit now.
The choppers and the camera crews would normally prove to be excellent methods of keeping the audience up to date with the race. But now, it was a problem of altitude. At 10,000 feet, they would never be capable of keeping up with these fast little stunt planes. Besides that, Jim had decided not to cover anymore of this race and set out on his own to get that poor woman out of trouble.
"Are you out of your fucking mind James? I mean, come on man. You know as well as I do that there was nothing we could have done anyway man! Snap the hell out of this and let's get this pre show going!" Al shouted as Jim turned and walked away.
He wasn't interested in his partner's pathetic opinion.
"Alright then Hero. Have it your way. Just know, I'll have you replaced by this time tomorrow!" Al shouted towards his partner.
A middle finger came up as he stepped into the limo waiting for him.
It was decided that a speed plane with two mounted cameras would follow the women into the sky. This way, every last detail would be captured and presented to the crowds of people filling the stadium. The excitement was in the air like the fart of a fat man. You could feel the intensity of the moment as the five planes started up and rolled out towards the run way. For safety reasons, each plane would take off individually. So, if you were first last race, then you'd go first into the air. Seemed fair enough.
This meant that our lovely raven haired attitude queen racing for Dragen’s Tattoos was up first. She had been mounted into the mini 1942 Hellcat for reasons of personal preference. She felt that her behavior deemed her sort of a hell cat and she thought nothing less of picking this plane, despite the fact that Carie really wanted it for some reason.
"And there she goes!!" Hal shouted as the little black and green plane skidded off the runway and took the sky at a staggering speed.
"TickleTortureClips.com and Bottom's up beer were tied for second, so they both take off at the same time." Dunky said as he picked his nose.
"I thought it wasn't safe to have two planes leaving the runway at the same time?" Hal asked.
Dunky shrugged his shoulders and explained that he had no clue what the hell they were thinking. Secretly, he wiped that booger under his rolling chair and then pretended like it never actually happened.
Despite the dangers, both the Silver and Blue plane took off at the same time and immediately began trying to get the edge on each other.
Megan was in the mini 1938 Spitfire and Angelica found her lovely ass seated in the mini 1945 P51 Mustang.
"Next up is the lovely blonde that looks better in pink then anybody I know. She's flying the P40 War hawk and is looking so sexy in her pink cat suit." Dunky explained to the listening (and reading audience)
She flew off the runway and vanished into the sky with grace and elegance. What a woman! ::Blushing::
"Here comes my personal favorite for this race." Hal said with a blush.
"Oh look at you blush, you big dope!" Dunky said with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, it's the one and only Carie flying today for Sweetheart Pastries!" Hal explained as little pink and red hearts floating softly around his skull.
Carie pulled the stick back in her mini Airabonita stunt plane and felt her heart drop into her stomach as she lifted off the runway and chased down the others. The engines of these little stunt planes were surprisingly powerful and she was up to speed behind Silvercherry.com in a matter of minutes! The blue plane appeared to have some talented flying ability as she swooped dangerously in between her opponents and darted off into the clouds.
Ivy felt Ms. Pink Pussy on her ass now as she drifted into the clouds and vanished from Pink's field of vision. She immediately pulled downwards against the throttle and decided to drift away from the clouds just in case. She was right to feel a trap coming on, but unfortunately she wasn't quite careful enough. From out of the clouds, the little black and green Hellcat came swooping down straight for her!!!
"Fucking bitch!!!" Kim screamed as she yanked the plane's controls to the right and pulled the plane out of the way.
Dragen’s Tattoos came back around and was now firing paintballs from the guns attached to her mini plane. Each of the planes had these fun attachments to enjoy, but Ivy was the first to use them. Black and green dots suddenly covered the right wing and side of Ms. Pink Pussy's plane as she tried gaining speed and getting her ass out of there.
Ivy smiled as she again pulled the trigger and fired several rounds of paintball pellets are her air headed opponent. She was having some much fun that she failed to see a few changes happening within her own cockpit...
A V-shaped metal device lifted itself upwards from her seat and clamped down against her vagina and belly button. This certainly caught her attention, but not as much as the two arms slowly growing from the sides of the thing! With little laser guns clipped to each end, those arms wiggled their way up her stomach and searched for their hidden targets. As brave as she was, the idea of something tickling her silly at nearly 9,000 feet above ground was starting to give her the shakes.
Princess Tragic watched with a smile on her twisted face as those little arms found what targets she had chosen to go after. Her ' pair ' were certainly game considered ' fair ' and that's exactly what was about to happen.
The mini guns felt out the exact position of her 34 c breasts beneath that black and green cat suit and immediately started burning circles around the entire breast.
"Aaaaahhhh!! Ahaahhhhhh!!" Ivy shouted in disbelief as she tried holding the flying stick as she froze up in fear that moment might get her seriously burned by those little blue lasers! She had to patiently sit there and try to keep her eyes on the sky as these little robotic perverts had their way with her.
In seconds, the circles that the guns had carved out of the cat suit fell towards her lap and out popped both her breasts and Hardened Nipples!! She was enjoying this?
Ms. Pink Pussy watched nervously as the black and green plane started jiggling back and forth as Ivy fought against the next series of robotic hands working with her. These twisted little fucks were looking to grab her nipples and forcefully pull those big breasts out of those holes in her cat suit. She tried wiggling back and forth to avoid the hands, but eventually they got the best of her. Another one reached out and grabbed her by the nostrils.
"Ooooohhh!! oohhhwwww oowww!!" She shouted as her head was pulled upwards.
Ms. Pink Pussy's eyes widened with fear as she felt something slithering around her neck just behind the headrest. It immediately pulled taunt and brought the back of her head against the seat without a chance to escape.
"OoHH.. MY GOD! oH MY GOD NO!! "She whined as she suddenly felt a pair of metal flaps raising up alone her thighs and slowly parting her legs.
Her legs were spread about as far as they'd go at this point and she was whining and groaning. She couldn't move her head or her legs and was forced to try and maintain herself in that little stunt plane. Like a diaper, the robotic hands found little zippers alone her hips and worked the panty portion of her cat suit undone. She suddenly realized that going commando for this phase of the race wasn't such a great idea after all...
Meanwhile,
Carie and Angelica were tickle free and soaring through the air like two bats out of hell. They tore through the clouds and continued pacing each other as they ventured closer and closer towards the finish line. The speeds were at least 150 miles an hour as they reached the halfway point in this event. Huge clouds suddenly were all around the two as they drifted in and out of each other's way. Carie wiggled her fingers as if to wave at Angelica as she flew right past her and took the lead. This pissed her off like you wouldn't believe...
She just happened to notice the triggers for her dual paint guns mounted on this little plane and decided now was the time to use em'.
She let Carie have alright!! The entire backside of the plane was riddled with little blue spots as the firing continued. Carie tried to lose her through the clouds, but she seemed to be following her closely. Nothing was working, and the sounds of those little balls slapping her plane made her just a little more nervous then she already was.
Where is that air sick bag anyway...
She glanced around for something to throw up in when a large circular shape caught her eye up ahead. The large form was sort of hidden within the clouds, but she could tell it was like a big circle or something. With Caution, Carie decided to elevate her altitude and try avoiding whatever the hell it was. She figured Angelica would do the same thing, but strangely she didn't. She was still heading straight for it.
I guess the fact that she was forced to lean forward against the cockpit as her butt cheeks were spread so that the tickling butt plug could slide in easier may have had something to do with it.
"Please!! It’s way too big!! Pleaseeeeeeehhhh!! Ooohhhhh!! ooohhh god!" She shouted as her rectum was coated with gel and then slowly filled with this tickling invader. It had several dozen different tickling modes, but that perverted principal had chosen the standard "turn, twist, and tickle" for her today. That meant the butt plug would actually spin within her rectum and coat the inner walls with squirts of that tickling gel that worked so well with the frog earlier. In a matter of minutes, poor Angelica was holding onto that stick for dear life as she howled with laughter and begged for it to stop.
"Ahaha Aha aeha aahaha why!!!?!?? Why me!!! aheha AHHEA haehaeha plaese no!!! PLEASE!!!!"
As Carie came out of the clouds, she gasped in disbelief as she just barely missed the very top of what was hiding in those clouds.
"What in the name of...." Carie said with a shocked look on her pretty face as she soared over what appeared to be a giant hamster balloon.
It was like one of those balloons you'd see at the Thanksgiving day parade! It was huge!! The eyes alone were the size of your average hot tub and the body had to be at least 250 feet around. She couldn't imagine what the hell it was doing there but she was so glad she noticed it.
The speeding camera plane picked up the image just seconds before Angelica did...
"Wow! Now that's a hamster!" Dunky said in shock.
The entire crowd was just as shocked as they watched the screens. Was this some sort of weird special effect, or were they seeing the truth.
"Where the heck did that come from?" Hal asked.
"Probably a Texas Hamster. Things are always bigger in Texas dude." Dunky said as if he was a professor at Harvard.
Just then, a terrible thing happened..
Again...
Angelica came out of the clouds and immediately stared into the white belly of a Godzilla sized hamster balloon. She screamed at the top of her lungs and actually forced that butt plug out of her ass before slamming head first into the belly and exploding into a ball of flames.
The plane's wings were ripped off the body almost immediately as the entire cockpit was suddenly lost within the stomach of this hamster.
"Holy Hamster!!" Hal and Dunky both shouted as the Hamster balloon suddenly burst a huge hole in the side after the plane sliced through the belly.
The hamster sort of jiggled back and forth as it slowly fell to the ground. It was still in full form and was carrying the remains of Angelica's plane inside. Dazed and confused, Angelica realized that she wasn't actually dead and pushed the button to release the cockpit door above her. She was staring into a pure white circular room. If this damn thing stayed in this form all the way to the ground, she might have a chance at living through this.
Despite the wacky events, the racers pushed on.
Ivy was in the middle of having her poor breasts tickled endlessly by two spinning rings that were placed around each of the nipples. They spun fast enough to tease and tickle the skin, but not fast enough to burn her. Either way, she didn't want it anywhere near her!
"AAAAaaaaaaaaahhh!! Stop!! STOP NOW!! ::Giggling like crazy:: ahahehehe ehee eheehhee STOP!!!" She shouted.
She tried holding the lead, but was unable to keep up as Carie flew straight past her and took first place. Everything was going pretty good for Carie at that moment, but things were about to change miserably. A panel opened directly in front of her and reached out to grab the little zipper between her tits. She felt the fingers of a robotic hand find their way to the zipper and start pulling downward and exposing her entire chest!
A pinkish color of blush filled her cheeks as she tried fighting with the hand. It actually worked. The hand stopped pulled at about her belly button and went stiff. She kept one eye on the sky and the other on that hand as she cut through the clouds to zoom up against Dragen Tattoos. Both planes had been riddled with multi-colored spots now and seemed to be neck and neck. She was feeling more and confident as she watched the black and green plane getting smaller as she zoomed past it with ease. Ivy was inside dying with laughter as those rings circle-tickled her hardened pinkish brown nipples and while two other hands dug into her ribs on both sides. She had tears running down her face and was hardly concerned with the race anymore. In a desperate attempt to solve her ticklish problem, she pulled the EJECT button and was bolted from the plane like a bullet.
That didn't quite solve her problem as both sets of hands were attached to the seat. When her parachute popped open, she was forced to enjoy the long and slow ride down as those devious tickling machines had their way with her.
"hhahAA AH hahehaeh aeh AEHAEHA ::SNORT::: HAHEA EAHEAEAHAEE I'LL BE A GOOD..AHEHAE AEHAEA GOOD GIRL!!" She cried as both the Pink plane and the Silver plane flew past her with incredible speed. It was enough to jolt her parachute back and forth as she drifted in the clouds.
They were both getting their pussies tickled by a built-in clit climbing machine that seemed to peel back the lips of the vagina and sort of wiggle a tickling little rod up and down the entrance while a little buzzing vibrator was attached to the clit itself. The feeling was breathtaking, and tickled very much. Megan squirmed in her seat and panted as if she was in heat as she chased down the Pink plane with furious skills.
Ms. Pink Pussy ( a.k.a. Kim ) seemed to work this torture into something she could use for sexual pleasure. Instead of being tortured by these terrible feelings, she started forcing herself into an orgasm. She licked her lips and moaned as tried thrusting her hips towards the machine as if to dry hump the head of it. Her legs were spread wide and her head was attached to the seat at her neck, but she could still raise her butt and thrust forward a little.
TickleTortureClips.com wasn't so lucky. She was having a hell of a time holding her bladder together as the machine suddenly increased its power and speed.
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!! HAHEA EHA AAHEH ahehaea STOP IT STOP IT!! hahea eha AHEAHEA AH stop!!!!" She moaned in ticklish agony as the machine continued.
The flood gates of her bladder were throbbing at this point...
"Please!! Enough! hahea ehaea aheahea STOP!! OHHH NO!!!" She shouted as she lost control and fowled her entire seat.
The damned machine kept on going and she just kept on laughing. She was no longer in control of the plane as she pressed her hands against her face and tried to get the straps off her shoulders and thighs. The Silver plane suddenly went into a nose dive formation as it lost altitude. She was in serious trouble here.
"Look at that Dunky! I think she's in trouble man." Hal said with nervous tones.
"I wish superman was here!" Dunky said nervously.
As the plane suddenly went into full nosedive and basic crash formation, Megan looked up and finally took notice that she was in real trouble.
"Oh shit!! Oh shit!!" She shouted as she ignored the tickling feelings and pulled upwards on the driving stick. Nothing was working though. She was still heading for the ground below. Nervously, she slapped her eject button and waited for the seat to get blasted into the air.
Nothing happened!!
She jammed her thumb against the little green button over and over with the same results. Nothing was happening!
Unfortunately, Superman wasn't available. However, there was a super heroine that happened to be in the area. She took notice of the horrible dangers in the skies above and immediately broke her civilian cover and jumped into the air. She was soaring faster then the plane itself as she started turning invisible. Eve leaped against the plane and straddled the main body as she pressed her palms against the glass of the cockpit door.
Megan glanced up in terror as she watched the glass door suddenly ripped from its hinges and then get pulled into the sky. A figure suddenly began to materialize as she reached her gloved hand into the plane and smiled.
"Going my way?" Eve asked with a grin as she unbuckled Megan and pulled her from the seat. Eve tossed her over her shoulder and then darted off through the clouds.
"Ohh my goodness. Thank you Eve! Thank you for saving my life! I'll do anything to repay you!" Megan explained.
Eve smiled and carried Megan through the sky as she plotted a course for a nearby safe house. It was there that Megan's tongue would do most of the repaying. Eve had a thing for damsels in distress, and she preferred them naked, chained, in a thong, and serving her every sexual command. This and much more tickling torture is exactly what Megan had to look forward to for the next three days...
Two powerful women were now the only ones left in this competition. Poor Carie was cackling and drooling from both sides of her both in responses to the dreadful tickling feelings and sensations from that gel that had burst inside her cat suit. As for Ms. Pink Pussy, she was Cuming for the second time as she inched closer and closer to Carie's little plane. It was razor blade shaven close now as both ladies pushed their pedals to the metal and soared towards the finish line being held up by two weather balloons.
The pink plane inched her way forward just a little...
But it wasn't for long. Carie and her little plane sunk below the belly of that P40 War hawk and pushed into the lead.
Kim tried desperately to gain the lead as her butt raised into the air. The tickling was starting to bother her.
"Aarrrggh!!! Shit! Shit Shhiihaheahehahe aehahehaehaae!!" She howled with laughter as Carie pulled ahead and crossed the line first!!!
"Wow! That is what a photo finish ending is truly all about Dunky! Carie pulled it off by a tit!" Hal said with glee.
"Awesome! That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!" He explained.
And that it was. The crowd here at the old and now unused Solewood Valley airport was treated to the most action packed segment of the race thus far. In this part alone, we lost three contenders! What an excellent display of dominance and submission in the sky! We now turn to Alvin Faction with the Stats.
"Hi folks, I'm Al Faction and this is Stat Attack."
He turned the attention of the crowd to some captured footage from the last part of this race. The reel featured crazy aerial racing and dangerous moves within the clouds. It showed a giant hamster and a plane crashing right through its belly!
"The Floating Hamster turned out to be part of the Protect Your Pets Parade happening in downtown Solewood today. The float operator explained that the harness came loose and the wind picked up the massive balloon. They apologized for the trouble and offered a coupon for their local store to Angelica. She, by the way, was found safe and sound in the Hamster’s belly as it came softly to the ground a few miles away from the airport."
"But enough Babble, here are the current stats.."
Carie, flying for Sweetheart Pastries is in the lead..
Kimberly (Ms. Pink Pussy), flying for Pretty on Pink Lingerie is in last place...
Angelica, flying for Bottom's up Beer has been eliminated...
Ivy, flying for Dragen’s Tattoo's has been eliminated...
Megan, flying for TickleTortureClips.com has been eliminated...
"We now move into the final phase of this long event. Here, two women will go head to head on specially designed motorcycles through a long tunnel of traps and jumps. It will be intense, perverted, and humiliating for these poor women. But someone will walk away from this event crowned as a winner. The other will walk away with absolutely nothing..
Stay tuned. This is Al Faction for Channel 67 sports."
The choppers landed and began refueling as the women were escorted into their private quarters by some very hot models dressed as Flight attendants. We didn't see many kisses being blown into the crowd or any silly fake waving as they walked into their rooms this time around. Instead, they were cranky, soaking wet, and feeling those little butterflies bouncing around in their bellies.
Their rooms featured private hot tubs for relaxing and a little bed for a quick cat nap if needed. If that wasn't your poison, then you could hit the marble and gold riddled private bar installed near the bedroom. It had lovely glass mirrors all tinted red and nearly every alcoholic beverage you could ask for. Plus, you'd find a little bong just beneath the front counter. It even had a tasty looking bowl of green leaves stuffed in it and waiting.
What a place...
The crowd was shown footage from the first two parts of this race as they waited patiently for the third part to begin. The bunker was a bit humid today, and already people were getting a little restless. Regardless, the ladies needed a little R & R at this point. In fact, it would be another two hours before the race officially started.
-Underground madness-
There seemed to be an argument going on among the mindless maniacs that were tickling these poor ladies as they faced the dangers of the race. It seemed that the man who had been tickling Emily in the Yellow Teeth Candies boat was claiming that his skillful tickling is what caused her to fail this round. He claimed that if not for his tickling, she would have been more aware of that pirate ship and probably would have avoided it.
The voice in PA system didn't seem to agree...
"I'm tellin' you pal. I consider that a win for me and should be rewarded." He shouted towards the speakers installed in this underground dungeon of sorts. The scene that had shown Emily being pulled out of her boat kicking and screaming was now clicked off with the words
--No signal--
displayed across the screen. She had been pulled out of the boat by several weird looking men and was almost immediately having her clothing pulled off when the camera clicked out and lost connection.
"Your tickling had little to do with the large claw that attached itself to her boat number 13. I'm afraid you're mistaken." The voice explained.
Number 13 glared at the speakers with rage. He clenched his teeth and pulled his hands into fists as the anger built up in his body. His latex covered body tensed up and he started drooling a little. This wasn't your average tickler you had here. Number 13 was actually a member of SinusCorp for nearly five years before his accident. He started as a security guard for the prison section of the plant. Here, the new girls were brought in and held in captivity until the machine rooms were prepped and ready for them. He was in charge of logging them in and making sure nobody talked to each other.
Balls gags were his clever solution, and it definitely worked. But Number 13's luck changed for the worst when a personal friend of his was brought in as a prisoner. It was then he discovered how distorted and evil the company he worked for truly was. It was a painful discovery, but an important one nonetheless. He had to get his friend out of this place and then escape without getting caught.
They were successful for the first few days, but on day three, Number 13 misjudged a jump and fell nearly two stories to the cement floor of the trash chamber of the lab. He nearly broke all 206 bones in his body from that fall and unable to move a muscle. He thought he was dead. His poor friend tried to help him by climbing down that three story shaft barefoot. She was recaptured by SinusCorp several minutes later and introduced to whatever was behind the Pink Door. She was never seen again...
As for Number 13, they rebuilt his sorry ass and decided the proper punishment would be to regain all of his skills and then be thrown into a mental health prison for the rest of his life. Now, he sat angrily with a panel of six other wackos as they helped ruin the chances of each racer through the beauty of tickling.
He glared at the screen once again.
--No Signal--
"Am I getting another plaything?" He asked in that wispy robotic voice he now carried.
The PA system was shocked at this sudden change of attitude.
"Then you agree that you really had nothing to do with your racer's failure?" It asked.
"I don't agree, but I won't continue to argue." He said with confidence.
The chain guns were slowly lowered from their resting places the chambers were rapidly reloaded with bullets.
"You're starting to give me a headache number 13..." The PA system explained.
Gulping silently as Princess Tragic watched from her booth with a smile, Number 13 sort of slumped back in his chair as the chain guns rotated towards his direction...
-Annoyed Fans, Stoned pilots, and a giant floating hamster-
Exactly two hours had passed and the event was finally ready for take off. The little mini planes used for this portion of the race were designed to resemble authentic military aircraft from the mid 1940s. We had a 1940 Airabonita, a 1942 Hellcat, an older 1938 Spitfire, a 1945 P51 Mustang, and a P40 War hawk ( Flying Tiger ) for this event. Normally, these were planes used in simulation training and civilian activities. Now, they'd be pushing the sky’s limits as five talented women entered the big blue and gave it their all to get the lead.
Despite the excitement of the race preparing to begin, the crowd was bitter and angry. They were all throwing popcorn and cotton candy chunks at the announcers as they tried stalling time with their lame comedy bits.
"I'll tell you, I can't think of a better place to take the wife." Hal Beardson said to his radio partner Dunky.
"Why do you say that Hal?." Dunky replied.
Popcorn was still being thrown as they finished out this painfully humiliating display of desperation.
"Because she never leaves the house! I'm telling you, our sofa has two butt cheeks installed right where she sits. The cat sleeps in one of them at night!" He said with a snickering tone.
Dunky quickly shoved his chair closer to Hal as the popcorn was thrown at him by the bucket loads.
"Oh look! The racers are heading to the planes now!!" Hal shouted with relief.
The crowd turned their attention away from those blockheads and towards the airplanes. Each of the four remaining women had found discomfort in a cat suit made of leather and riddled with their sponsor's labels. It was already hot as hell out here, and once inside those tiny cockpits the temperature was bound to go up and up. Regardless, the planes were ready and the women hadn't gone this far just to give up and quit now.
The choppers and the camera crews would normally prove to be excellent methods of keeping the audience up to date with the race. But now, it was a problem of altitude. At 10,000 feet, they would never be capable of keeping up with these fast little stunt planes. Besides that, Jim had decided not to cover anymore of this race and set out on his own to get that poor woman out of trouble.
"Are you out of your fucking mind James? I mean, come on man. You know as well as I do that there was nothing we could have done anyway man! Snap the hell out of this and let's get this pre show going!" Al shouted as Jim turned and walked away.
He wasn't interested in his partner's pathetic opinion.
"Alright then Hero. Have it your way. Just know, I'll have you replaced by this time tomorrow!" Al shouted towards his partner.
A middle finger came up as he stepped into the limo waiting for him.
It was decided that a speed plane with two mounted cameras would follow the women into the sky. This way, every last detail would be captured and presented to the crowds of people filling the stadium. The excitement was in the air like the fart of a fat man. You could feel the intensity of the moment as the five planes started up and rolled out towards the run way. For safety reasons, each plane would take off individually. So, if you were first last race, then you'd go first into the air. Seemed fair enough.
This meant that our lovely raven haired attitude queen racing for Dragen’s Tattoos was up first. She had been mounted into the mini 1942 Hellcat for reasons of personal preference. She felt that her behavior deemed her sort of a hell cat and she thought nothing less of picking this plane, despite the fact that Carie really wanted it for some reason.
"And there she goes!!" Hal shouted as the little black and green plane skidded off the runway and took the sky at a staggering speed.
"TickleTortureClips.com and Bottom's up beer were tied for second, so they both take off at the same time." Dunky said as he picked his nose.
"I thought it wasn't safe to have two planes leaving the runway at the same time?" Hal asked.
Dunky shrugged his shoulders and explained that he had no clue what the hell they were thinking. Secretly, he wiped that booger under his rolling chair and then pretended like it never actually happened.
Despite the dangers, both the Silver and Blue plane took off at the same time and immediately began trying to get the edge on each other.
Megan was in the mini 1938 Spitfire and Angelica found her lovely ass seated in the mini 1945 P51 Mustang.
"Next up is the lovely blonde that looks better in pink then anybody I know. She's flying the P40 War hawk and is looking so sexy in her pink cat suit." Dunky explained to the listening (and reading audience)
She flew off the runway and vanished into the sky with grace and elegance. What a woman! ::Blushing::
"Here comes my personal favorite for this race." Hal said with a blush.
"Oh look at you blush, you big dope!" Dunky said with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, it's the one and only Carie flying today for Sweetheart Pastries!" Hal explained as little pink and red hearts floating softly around his skull.
Carie pulled the stick back in her mini Airabonita stunt plane and felt her heart drop into her stomach as she lifted off the runway and chased down the others. The engines of these little stunt planes were surprisingly powerful and she was up to speed behind Silvercherry.com in a matter of minutes! The blue plane appeared to have some talented flying ability as she swooped dangerously in between her opponents and darted off into the clouds.
Ivy felt Ms. Pink Pussy on her ass now as she drifted into the clouds and vanished from Pink's field of vision. She immediately pulled downwards against the throttle and decided to drift away from the clouds just in case. She was right to feel a trap coming on, but unfortunately she wasn't quite careful enough. From out of the clouds, the little black and green Hellcat came swooping down straight for her!!!
"Fucking bitch!!!" Kim screamed as she yanked the plane's controls to the right and pulled the plane out of the way.
Dragen’s Tattoos came back around and was now firing paintballs from the guns attached to her mini plane. Each of the planes had these fun attachments to enjoy, but Ivy was the first to use them. Black and green dots suddenly covered the right wing and side of Ms. Pink Pussy's plane as she tried gaining speed and getting her ass out of there.
Ivy smiled as she again pulled the trigger and fired several rounds of paintball pellets are her air headed opponent. She was having some much fun that she failed to see a few changes happening within her own cockpit...
A V-shaped metal device lifted itself upwards from her seat and clamped down against her vagina and belly button. This certainly caught her attention, but not as much as the two arms slowly growing from the sides of the thing! With little laser guns clipped to each end, those arms wiggled their way up her stomach and searched for their hidden targets. As brave as she was, the idea of something tickling her silly at nearly 9,000 feet above ground was starting to give her the shakes.
Princess Tragic watched with a smile on her twisted face as those little arms found what targets she had chosen to go after. Her ' pair ' were certainly game considered ' fair ' and that's exactly what was about to happen.
The mini guns felt out the exact position of her 34 c breasts beneath that black and green cat suit and immediately started burning circles around the entire breast.
"Aaaaahhhh!! Ahaahhhhhh!!" Ivy shouted in disbelief as she tried holding the flying stick as she froze up in fear that moment might get her seriously burned by those little blue lasers! She had to patiently sit there and try to keep her eyes on the sky as these little robotic perverts had their way with her.
In seconds, the circles that the guns had carved out of the cat suit fell towards her lap and out popped both her breasts and Hardened Nipples!! She was enjoying this?
Ms. Pink Pussy watched nervously as the black and green plane started jiggling back and forth as Ivy fought against the next series of robotic hands working with her. These twisted little fucks were looking to grab her nipples and forcefully pull those big breasts out of those holes in her cat suit. She tried wiggling back and forth to avoid the hands, but eventually they got the best of her. Another one reached out and grabbed her by the nostrils.
"Ooooohhh!! oohhhwwww oowww!!" She shouted as her head was pulled upwards.
Ms. Pink Pussy's eyes widened with fear as she felt something slithering around her neck just behind the headrest. It immediately pulled taunt and brought the back of her head against the seat without a chance to escape.
"OoHH.. MY GOD! oH MY GOD NO!! "She whined as she suddenly felt a pair of metal flaps raising up alone her thighs and slowly parting her legs.
Her legs were spread about as far as they'd go at this point and she was whining and groaning. She couldn't move her head or her legs and was forced to try and maintain herself in that little stunt plane. Like a diaper, the robotic hands found little zippers alone her hips and worked the panty portion of her cat suit undone. She suddenly realized that going commando for this phase of the race wasn't such a great idea after all...
Meanwhile,
Carie and Angelica were tickle free and soaring through the air like two bats out of hell. They tore through the clouds and continued pacing each other as they ventured closer and closer towards the finish line. The speeds were at least 150 miles an hour as they reached the halfway point in this event. Huge clouds suddenly were all around the two as they drifted in and out of each other's way. Carie wiggled her fingers as if to wave at Angelica as she flew right past her and took the lead. This pissed her off like you wouldn't believe...
She just happened to notice the triggers for her dual paint guns mounted on this little plane and decided now was the time to use em'.
She let Carie have alright!! The entire backside of the plane was riddled with little blue spots as the firing continued. Carie tried to lose her through the clouds, but she seemed to be following her closely. Nothing was working, and the sounds of those little balls slapping her plane made her just a little more nervous then she already was.
Where is that air sick bag anyway...
She glanced around for something to throw up in when a large circular shape caught her eye up ahead. The large form was sort of hidden within the clouds, but she could tell it was like a big circle or something. With Caution, Carie decided to elevate her altitude and try avoiding whatever the hell it was. She figured Angelica would do the same thing, but strangely she didn't. She was still heading straight for it.
I guess the fact that she was forced to lean forward against the cockpit as her butt cheeks were spread so that the tickling butt plug could slide in easier may have had something to do with it.
"Please!! It’s way too big!! Pleaseeeeeeehhhh!! Ooohhhhh!! ooohhh god!" She shouted as her rectum was coated with gel and then slowly filled with this tickling invader. It had several dozen different tickling modes, but that perverted principal had chosen the standard "turn, twist, and tickle" for her today. That meant the butt plug would actually spin within her rectum and coat the inner walls with squirts of that tickling gel that worked so well with the frog earlier. In a matter of minutes, poor Angelica was holding onto that stick for dear life as she howled with laughter and begged for it to stop.
"Ahaha Aha aeha aahaha why!!!?!?? Why me!!! aheha AHHEA haehaeha plaese no!!! PLEASE!!!!"
As Carie came out of the clouds, she gasped in disbelief as she just barely missed the very top of what was hiding in those clouds.
"What in the name of...." Carie said with a shocked look on her pretty face as she soared over what appeared to be a giant hamster balloon.
It was like one of those balloons you'd see at the Thanksgiving day parade! It was huge!! The eyes alone were the size of your average hot tub and the body had to be at least 250 feet around. She couldn't imagine what the hell it was doing there but she was so glad she noticed it.
The speeding camera plane picked up the image just seconds before Angelica did...
"Wow! Now that's a hamster!" Dunky said in shock.
The entire crowd was just as shocked as they watched the screens. Was this some sort of weird special effect, or were they seeing the truth.
"Where the heck did that come from?" Hal asked.
"Probably a Texas Hamster. Things are always bigger in Texas dude." Dunky said as if he was a professor at Harvard.
Just then, a terrible thing happened..
Again...
Angelica came out of the clouds and immediately stared into the white belly of a Godzilla sized hamster balloon. She screamed at the top of her lungs and actually forced that butt plug out of her ass before slamming head first into the belly and exploding into a ball of flames.
The plane's wings were ripped off the body almost immediately as the entire cockpit was suddenly lost within the stomach of this hamster.
"Holy Hamster!!" Hal and Dunky both shouted as the Hamster balloon suddenly burst a huge hole in the side after the plane sliced through the belly.
The hamster sort of jiggled back and forth as it slowly fell to the ground. It was still in full form and was carrying the remains of Angelica's plane inside. Dazed and confused, Angelica realized that she wasn't actually dead and pushed the button to release the cockpit door above her. She was staring into a pure white circular room. If this damn thing stayed in this form all the way to the ground, she might have a chance at living through this.
Despite the wacky events, the racers pushed on.
Ivy was in the middle of having her poor breasts tickled endlessly by two spinning rings that were placed around each of the nipples. They spun fast enough to tease and tickle the skin, but not fast enough to burn her. Either way, she didn't want it anywhere near her!
"AAAAaaaaaaaaahhh!! Stop!! STOP NOW!! ::Giggling like crazy:: ahahehehe ehee eheehhee STOP!!!" She shouted.
She tried holding the lead, but was unable to keep up as Carie flew straight past her and took first place. Everything was going pretty good for Carie at that moment, but things were about to change miserably. A panel opened directly in front of her and reached out to grab the little zipper between her tits. She felt the fingers of a robotic hand find their way to the zipper and start pulling downward and exposing her entire chest!
A pinkish color of blush filled her cheeks as she tried fighting with the hand. It actually worked. The hand stopped pulled at about her belly button and went stiff. She kept one eye on the sky and the other on that hand as she cut through the clouds to zoom up against Dragen Tattoos. Both planes had been riddled with multi-colored spots now and seemed to be neck and neck. She was feeling more and confident as she watched the black and green plane getting smaller as she zoomed past it with ease. Ivy was inside dying with laughter as those rings circle-tickled her hardened pinkish brown nipples and while two other hands dug into her ribs on both sides. She had tears running down her face and was hardly concerned with the race anymore. In a desperate attempt to solve her ticklish problem, she pulled the EJECT button and was bolted from the plane like a bullet.
That didn't quite solve her problem as both sets of hands were attached to the seat. When her parachute popped open, she was forced to enjoy the long and slow ride down as those devious tickling machines had their way with her.
"hhahAA AH hahehaeh aeh AEHAEHA ::SNORT::: HAHEA EAHEAEAHAEE I'LL BE A GOOD..AHEHAE AEHAEA GOOD GIRL!!" She cried as both the Pink plane and the Silver plane flew past her with incredible speed. It was enough to jolt her parachute back and forth as she drifted in the clouds.
They were both getting their pussies tickled by a built-in clit climbing machine that seemed to peel back the lips of the vagina and sort of wiggle a tickling little rod up and down the entrance while a little buzzing vibrator was attached to the clit itself. The feeling was breathtaking, and tickled very much. Megan squirmed in her seat and panted as if she was in heat as she chased down the Pink plane with furious skills.
Ms. Pink Pussy ( a.k.a. Kim ) seemed to work this torture into something she could use for sexual pleasure. Instead of being tortured by these terrible feelings, she started forcing herself into an orgasm. She licked her lips and moaned as tried thrusting her hips towards the machine as if to dry hump the head of it. Her legs were spread wide and her head was attached to the seat at her neck, but she could still raise her butt and thrust forward a little.
TickleTortureClips.com wasn't so lucky. She was having a hell of a time holding her bladder together as the machine suddenly increased its power and speed.
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!! HAHEA EHA AAHEH ahehaea STOP IT STOP IT!! hahea eha AHEAHEA AH stop!!!!" She moaned in ticklish agony as the machine continued.
The flood gates of her bladder were throbbing at this point...
"Please!! Enough! hahea ehaea aheahea STOP!! OHHH NO!!!" She shouted as she lost control and fowled her entire seat.
The damned machine kept on going and she just kept on laughing. She was no longer in control of the plane as she pressed her hands against her face and tried to get the straps off her shoulders and thighs. The Silver plane suddenly went into a nose dive formation as it lost altitude. She was in serious trouble here.
"Look at that Dunky! I think she's in trouble man." Hal said with nervous tones.
"I wish superman was here!" Dunky said nervously.
As the plane suddenly went into full nosedive and basic crash formation, Megan looked up and finally took notice that she was in real trouble.
"Oh shit!! Oh shit!!" She shouted as she ignored the tickling feelings and pulled upwards on the driving stick. Nothing was working though. She was still heading for the ground below. Nervously, she slapped her eject button and waited for the seat to get blasted into the air.
Nothing happened!!
She jammed her thumb against the little green button over and over with the same results. Nothing was happening!
Unfortunately, Superman wasn't available. However, there was a super heroine that happened to be in the area. She took notice of the horrible dangers in the skies above and immediately broke her civilian cover and jumped into the air. She was soaring faster then the plane itself as she started turning invisible. Eve leaped against the plane and straddled the main body as she pressed her palms against the glass of the cockpit door.
Megan glanced up in terror as she watched the glass door suddenly ripped from its hinges and then get pulled into the sky. A figure suddenly began to materialize as she reached her gloved hand into the plane and smiled.
"Going my way?" Eve asked with a grin as she unbuckled Megan and pulled her from the seat. Eve tossed her over her shoulder and then darted off through the clouds.
"Ohh my goodness. Thank you Eve! Thank you for saving my life! I'll do anything to repay you!" Megan explained.
Eve smiled and carried Megan through the sky as she plotted a course for a nearby safe house. It was there that Megan's tongue would do most of the repaying. Eve had a thing for damsels in distress, and she preferred them naked, chained, in a thong, and serving her every sexual command. This and much more tickling torture is exactly what Megan had to look forward to for the next three days...
Two powerful women were now the only ones left in this competition. Poor Carie was cackling and drooling from both sides of her both in responses to the dreadful tickling feelings and sensations from that gel that had burst inside her cat suit. As for Ms. Pink Pussy, she was Cuming for the second time as she inched closer and closer to Carie's little plane. It was razor blade shaven close now as both ladies pushed their pedals to the metal and soared towards the finish line being held up by two weather balloons.
The pink plane inched her way forward just a little...
But it wasn't for long. Carie and her little plane sunk below the belly of that P40 War hawk and pushed into the lead.
Kim tried desperately to gain the lead as her butt raised into the air. The tickling was starting to bother her.
"Aarrrggh!!! Shit! Shit Shhiihaheahehahe aehahehaehaae!!" She howled with laughter as Carie pulled ahead and crossed the line first!!!
"Wow! That is what a photo finish ending is truly all about Dunky! Carie pulled it off by a tit!" Hal said with glee.
"Awesome! That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!" He explained.
And that it was. The crowd here at the old and now unused Solewood Valley airport was treated to the most action packed segment of the race thus far. In this part alone, we lost three contenders! What an excellent display of dominance and submission in the sky! We now turn to Alvin Faction with the Stats.
"Hi folks, I'm Al Faction and this is Stat Attack."
He turned the attention of the crowd to some captured footage from the last part of this race. The reel featured crazy aerial racing and dangerous moves within the clouds. It showed a giant hamster and a plane crashing right through its belly!
"The Floating Hamster turned out to be part of the Protect Your Pets Parade happening in downtown Solewood today. The float operator explained that the harness came loose and the wind picked up the massive balloon. They apologized for the trouble and offered a coupon for their local store to Angelica. She, by the way, was found safe and sound in the Hamster’s belly as it came softly to the ground a few miles away from the airport."
"But enough Babble, here are the current stats.."
Carie, flying for Sweetheart Pastries is in the lead..
Kimberly (Ms. Pink Pussy), flying for Pretty on Pink Lingerie is in last place...
Angelica, flying for Bottom's up Beer has been eliminated...
Ivy, flying for Dragen’s Tattoo's has been eliminated...
Megan, flying for TickleTortureClips.com has been eliminated...
"We now move into the final phase of this long event. Here, two women will go head to head on specially designed motorcycles through a long tunnel of traps and jumps. It will be intense, perverted, and humiliating for these poor women. But someone will walk away from this event crowned as a winner. The other will walk away with absolutely nothing..
Stay tuned. This is Al Faction for Channel 67 sports."
