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Disclaimer - this story is purely fictional but based on the bankruptcy of the Canadian
holiday airline Canada 3000 a few months ago - the characters are loosely based on
people I know but are meant to be imaginary and do not reflect them in any way - this is my second attempt at writing a tickling story - I hope everyone likes it.
THE LONG WAY HOME FROM COSTA RICA
‘I just called the airline to confirm our flights going back to Canada,’ Mike told his wife,
Bobbie, as he sat down in the lounge of the Costa Rica Plaza, ‘and all I got was a damn
answering machine that told me the airline had gone out of business and we would have
to find another way home.’
‘My God, Mike, what are we going to do,’ she replied, ‘we don’t even have enough
money to survive for more than a few days, let alone pay for another flight to Canada.’
‘That means we’re screwed, too,’ said Brandy, one of the two other young women at the
table, who had been talking with Bobbie - Samantha and I were on the same airline and
we don’t have a lot of money left either.’
‘This really sucks,’ said Samantha, ‘I think I’ll just go and call the airline and see if I can
get through,’ rising up and leaving the lounge.
Brandy started to cry - ‘My parents are on vacation in Europe and Samantha’s are away
camping in Alaska - and it’s Friday night so we can’t even call the bank until next week -
damn, I don’t have anything there either - I spent nearly everything on this trip.’
‘Mike, I have to be back at the office by Tuesday for sure,’ Bobbie said, ‘I’ve already
been away longer than I’m supposed to be - they gave me two extra days since you’re
always away working and we hardly get to see each other.’
‘Yeah, honey, me too,’ he told her, ‘if I’m not on that company plane to the north this
Wednesday, I’ll lose two weeks work, maybe even more - there’s got to be a way that we
can get another airline and get home - what about our credit cards.’
‘We’re already up to the limit,’ Bobbie said, ‘well, pretty close anyway - there’s no way
we can get two airline tickets back to Canada on them.’
Samantha came back to the table with tears streaming down her face, saying ‘it’s true, we
are stuck in Costa Rica, the airline’s gone bankrupt’.
‘Damn, we’re really stuck,’ said Brandy, ‘we have hardly any money and there’s nobody
we can phone for help.’
‘Wait a minute,’ Bobbie said, ‘we could try the Canadian embassy - they could help us.’
‘They’ll be closed for the long weekend,’ Mike pointed out, ‘they won’t even see us until
Tuesday and that’ll be too late - we have to be home by then.’
‘Excuse me,’ a voice with a latino accent interrupted, ‘perhaps I could be of some help
with your dilemma - forgive me, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation as I was
at the next table - I might be able to help you raise the money to get home even today -
my employer is a wealthy and influential man here in Costa Rica - I think that he might
be willing to help you.’
The latino man returned after some fifteen minutes and sat down at their table - ‘my boss,
Don Ricardo dela Rosa, is willing to invite you to his hacienda this evening and he will
have airline tickets for all of you - the only catch is that you will have to play one of his
special games - at least, the three women will.’
‘Yeah, right,’ said Samantha, ‘so we’ll have to screw some latin millionaire to get our
plane tickets home - no thanks latin man!’
‘No, that’s not the case at all,’ he said, ‘there are many beautiful women in Costa Rica
and my boss is very handsome - he could have any of them - he will only ask the three of
you to play a gambling game - if you win you’ll have some money as well as your plane
tickets - if you lose he’ll tickle you but at least you’ll still have your plane ride home.’
‘Wait a minute,’ said Mike, ‘this guy you work for, this dela Rosa, will play a game with
these girls and if they lose they get tickled but if they win he pays them - and for sure we
get four plane tickets home - is that right?’
‘No way Mike,’ Bobbie said, ‘you know how ticklish I am - what if he tries to get at my
feet?’
‘Yeah, me too,’ Samantha said, ‘nobody touches my feet and lives to talk about it - that is
the most ticklish spot I’ve got.’
‘For me it’s my belly and my breasts,’ added Brandy, ‘I can’t take it there.’
‘Let’s just see what his boss has in mind,’ Mike suggested, ‘if it’s a game that we can win
fairly easily it shouldn’t be a problem - you wouldn’t be taking much of a risk.’
‘It’s easy for you, Mike,’ Bobbie said, ‘they don’t want to tickle you - you’ll just get to sit
and watch.’
‘My employer, Don dela Rosa, is a very nice and fair man,’ the man pointed out, ‘he only
has a great love of tickling young women - he loves the sound of their laughter - I suggest
that the four of you take him up on his offer to have dinner at his hacienda tonight - at the
dinner he will explain exactly what he has in mind and you can then decide if you would
like to accept his challenge or return to your hotel - meanwhile, if you’ll provide me with
your names, I can see that the airline tickets are prepared for you this afternoon.’
‘Okay,’ said Bobbie, ‘I’m willing to have dinner with him and see what he has to say as
long as I’m not obligated in any way.’
‘Yeah, me too,’ Samantha added.
‘Okay, me too,’ Brandy conceded, ‘but I’m trusting you guys.’
The four stranded tourists then provided their names to Don dela Rosa’s assistant and the
arrangements for a pickup at six o’clock that Friday evening were made.
At the hacienda, the four met Don Ricardo dela Rosa, an elegant and handsome Latin
gentleman in his early sixties - the man reminded them of Mr. Roarke, the owner and host
of Fantasy Island on television - in fact, Mike remarked quietly to Bobbie ‘I wonder
where Tattoo is’ for which she gently slapped him - Samantha said softly, ‘never mind
Tattoo, it’s the plane, the plane I’m after’.
The four were seated with Don dela Rosa and his assistant, whose name turned out to be
Jose (go figure), for a wonderful steak and lobster dinner with all the trimmings and fine
Mexican wines - apparently Don Ricardo owned several of the wineries - dinner was, of
course, accompanied by great conversation in which everyone got to know each other a
little better and Don dela Rosa was able to learn of the four young peoples life and work
in Canada - the social worker, the bank teller, the store clerk and the oilfield mechanic.
‘Well, my friends,’ Don dela Rosa began, ‘I have a proposition for you - all four of you
must accept my offer or it will not be completed - to demonstrate my good faith I have
had Jose purchase four tickets on the American Airlines flight to Dallas on Sunday, and
the connecting flight from there to Canada - here they are’ - he placed them on the table
for all to see.
‘The game I propose to play is solitaire - by Las Vegas rules of course - the deck will be
randomly selected and dealt on a computer terminal - it will consist of 52 cards and the
opening score will be a negative 52 points - each card that is placed on one of the home
piles will credit 5 points to the score - thus, negative 47, negative 42, and so on - if the
score at the end of the game is negative, the young ladies will be tickled for that number
of minutes - if the score is positive, each will receive ten dollars in cash for each point - if
all the cards are placed on the home piles, each will receive a flat ten thousand dollars
placed directly into her bank account for that round.’
‘Well, that’s pretty easy,’ said Mike, ‘solitaire is a cinch to play - everbody knows it.’
‘I am happy that you feel that way,’ said Don dela Rosa, ‘you will be the one to play the
solitaire on the computer terminal - for your efforts, you will receive all of the money that
each girl receives - so your winnings will be the same as the others - only that you will
not be tickled as they will.’
‘It still sounds complicated to me,’ said Samantha.
‘It is quite simple,’ explained Don dela Rosa, ‘my four servants will take the three of you
to another room where you will be prepared for the game - they will then escort you into
the tickling chamber where the three of you will be secured to the three tables - once you
have been properly secured, Mike will play the first of the five games.’
‘So we can’t back out if we accept,’ asked Bobbie, ‘is that the way it works?’
‘You will be able to back out until the game commences - once the game is started the
tickling chamber will be sealed and nothing can stop the system until all five rounds of
the game are completed - the system is completely automatic.’
‘Okay, I’ll try it,’ said Bobbie, ‘if Samantha and Brandy are willing to do it.’ - the other
girls agreed.
‘Please Mike, don’t screw this up,’ Bobbie said, ‘I don’t want to be tickled anymore than
I absolutely have to.’
‘Yeah, Mike, don’t screw it up,’ taunted Samantha as she passed Mike.
‘Have fun,’ he responded.
The three girls escorted Don dela Rosa’s servants, four young Mexican women, to a nice
dressing room - it had baskets for clothing, baths and other amenities - they were told to
remove all of their clothing and jewelry except for their panties - the girls complied - each
of them developed gooseflesh as the coolness of the air hit her skin.
Their eyes went wide and Brandy’s mouth fell open as they passed through the steel door
and saw the three large light-blue x-shaped tables in the middle of the room - the top of
each was padded and finished in soft blue leather - there were foam-lined stainless-steel
restraints for the wrists, neck, abdomen, knees and ankles on each table.
‘My God,’ said Bobbie, ‘this is for real!’
‘Senorita,’ said Maria, one of the servants, to Bobbie, ‘please lie down on the table.’
Bobbie took a deep breath and sat up on the side of the table - she turned and lay down on
her back as Maria instructed - she saw Brandy and Samantha do the same on their tables -
Brandy lay down on her side with her knees drawn up and up on one elbow - ‘how do I
look,’ she taunted the others, ‘maybe I’ll get my picture taken here.’
The latino girls drew each of their arms up beyond their heads and placed their wrists in
the stainless steel restraints which promptly snapped shut - the girls then pulled their
ankles to stretch their bodies - they then drew their legs apart and placed them onto the
leg portions of the x-shape where the restraints snapped tightly about their knees and
ankles - the girls then carefully secured the restraints around their abdomen and then
around their necks - the three girls found their heads held perfectly back and down into a
recessed portion of the tables - the four young latino girls then left the chamber and
closed the heavy steel door.
‘Wow,’ said Bobbie, ‘do you two ever look sexy in that position.’
‘So do you - you look good enough to eat,’ taunted Brandy, ‘like a cute little blonde
buffet - I wonder if Mike is hungry.’
‘Yeah, but you don’t have a guy with you, maybe you’ll just be a treat for our host - or
maybe you like other girls better than boys and you’ll be a treat for Samantha,’ taunted
Bobbie as she tried to move her feet.
‘Ha! Ha!,’ Brandy responded.
‘Damn, this is scary,’ said Bobbie, ‘I’m helplessly strapped down, stretched out to the
fullest length of my body and I can’t even lift my head to see my feet.’
‘At least we can still wiggle them,’ Samantha pointed out, then whispered ‘I’m really
getting excited - I’m already wet.’
‘Me too,’ whispered Bobbie, ‘that’s probably why they left our underpants on - if we get
really wet it’ll show.’
In the meantime, Mike had been seated at the computer terminal - he was alone at the
special computer station - the room was locked, of course, so that he would not be able to
leave in an effort to rescue the three girls - the start of the game only required the push of
the enter button - Don dela Rosa pushed an electrical switch and the upper portion of the
wall on one side of the room slid open to reveal the inside of the tickling chamber.
‘Wow,’ said Mike, ‘how’d you ever get them to allow you to strap them down like that - I
think Bobbie’d kill me if I ever even so much as suggested it to her.’
Don dela Rosa pushed another switch and addressed the three young women in the
tickling chamber, ‘ladies, we are ready to proceed - this will be the last chance you have
to back out and decline my offer - Brandy, are you willing to proceed with the game.’
‘Yeah, I guess,’ she responded, as she tested the restraints that held her.
‘Me too,’ said Bobbie, ‘just get on with it before I change my mind - hey Mike, I’ll bet
you’re really enjoying this aren’t you - just wait till I can get you back.’
‘And I’m ready too,’ said Samantha.
‘In that event the game will begin with round one - you may watch the play on the screen
over the center table - the first round will be for the tickling of the breasts.’
The girls watched with both dread and excitement as the game continued on the computer
screen - the cards were carefully moved from place to place as Mike worked through the
drawing pile - the score went 52/47/42/37/32/27/22/17/12/7 - and Don dela Rosa stated
over the intercom that the final score for the round was 7 minutes of tickling on the
breasts.
‘Oh, my God,’ Brandy said, as two mechanical arms rose up from below the tables, two
rotors with stiff colorful feathers unfolded and began to turn slowly - the computer system
measured the girls’ breasts and located their nippels which were already hard and erect -
they then lowered the feathered rotors which began to work across the bottom of each of
their breasts slowly making their way up toward the high point in the middle - the rotors
then lifted over their nippels and worked from the very tops of their breasts down toward
the high point again.
Bobbie and Samantha snickered and giggled a little as the feathers did their work - but
Brandy howled with laughter as she desperately tried to move her torso from side to side
to get away from the relentless feathers slowly approaching her stiff, erect and very
sensitive nippels - she really lost it when the feathers were finally drawn, one after the
other, over the tight little bits of flesh - ‘Aaaaaah,’ she screamed, ‘oh my Go-o-o-o-d, I
can’t ta-a-a-a-ke this anymore’ - the other two also started to laugh more intensely, in part
because of the increased sensations on each of their breasts but also in part because of the
hysterical laughter coming from the table on the right - then the rotors lifted upward, the
feathers folded away and the arms retracted below the tables.
After they caught their breath, Samantha said, ‘that was interesting - I wonder what’s
next’.
‘Yeah,’ added Bobbie, ‘that was quite some laughing going on over there.’
‘I told you guys my tits were ticklish,’ Brandy responded, ‘I thought I was gonna piss
myself.’
‘That’s probably why they left our panties on,’ observed Samantha, ‘they’ll see it when
we get them wet.’
‘Now, ladies, round two is about to begin,’ Don dela Rosa announced, as leather blocks
arose to the sides of each girl’s head to prevent turning from side to side, ‘the round will
be for the tickling of the soft sensitive area under your chin.’
‘Oh shit, that’s gonna drive me crazy,’ Samantha pointed out, ‘especially with my head
tilted back light this and the skin of my throat stretched tightly and totally vulnerable.’
‘I know,’ said Bobbie, ‘this guy really knows female anatomy - he knows exactly how
and where to get us.’
The girls watched with some trepidation as the cards were played on the computer screen
- 52/47/42/37/32/27/22/17/12 - then no further - all of the cards had been drawn - ‘the
result is 12 minutes of tickling under the chin.’
The two arms with the feathered rotors reappeared from beneath each table and unfolded
almost directly over the faces of the three girls - they tried desperately to move their heads
but the only possible movement was to tilt it further back and thereby expose more of the
sensitive skin of their throats.
‘Aaaaaah,’ Samantha cried, as the feathers started stroking the sensitive skin of her neck
below her chin, ‘oooooooh, shit, ha-ha-haaa,’ she went on - the other girls also laughed
and laughed uncontrollably as the tickle torture of the small, vulnerable and highly
sensitive area went on and on - Bobbie desperately tried to move her torso, clenched her
small fists and flexed her toes repeatedly as the tickling continued - then it stopped - the
arms again folded away beneath the tables and the clamps holding their heads folded into
the area below.
‘Jesus,’ Brandy gasped, ‘for sure I’m gonna piss myself before this thing is over - man,
that’s awful.’
‘Actually,’ Samantha responded, ‘it’s beginning to turn me on - I can feel it in my belly.’
‘Don’t say belly,’ Bobbie cautioned, ‘he hasn’t touched that yet - don’t give him any
ideas.’
‘It is time for round three, ladies, for the tickling of the sensitive area under your arms.’
The cards again appeared on the computer screen and the three young women watched
anxiously as the scores were tallied after each play - 52/47/42/37/32/27/22/17/12/7/2 - it
then continued on the plus side 3/8/13 - it stopped.
‘Round three has resulted in a win of one-hundred-thirty dollars for each of you - you will
not be tickled under your arms.’
‘Thank God,’ said Brandy, ‘that’s another bad spot for me.’
‘I think all your spots must be bad spots,’ said Samantha, ‘that’s why you don’t play very
much - I think you’re a little tickle girl.’
‘Haha,’ said Brandy, ‘I’ve got you a few times too, babe!’
‘Ladies, it is time for round four, the tickling of your stomach area’ - the girls watched the
computer screen again - their celebration coming to an abrupt end - 52/47/42/37/32/27 -
it stopped at 27 - ‘the result, ladies, is 27 minutes of tickling on your stomachs - that will
make up for the loss of the last round.’
‘Aaaah, no-no-no,’ Brandy howled, ‘that’s really gonna make me piss myself - laughing
uncontrollable as the rotors brought feather after feather across her sensitive tummy.
Samantha was also laughing uncontrollably as the feathers stroked across her tummy - she
tried to create some little movement by arching her back but that exposed more of her
hyper-sensitive navel to the feathers - she howled with laughter as the tickle torture went
on and on - Bobbie just took it as it came - laughing heartily - she wasn’t as taken by the
sensations as badly as the other girls - then it came to a stop again.
‘Damn,’ said Brandy, ‘I told you guys I was gonna piss in my pants - I really let it go, too
- I thought I was gonna die - that’s a hell of a long time.’
‘It’s okay Brandy,’ said Samantha, ‘there’s only one round to go.’
‘Yeah,’ said Bobbie, ‘and that’ll be our feet - that’s gonna kill me for sure - God, Mike,
be sure to win this one, please.’
‘It is time for the fifth and final round - the tickling of your feet’ - the girls watched the
computer screen as the time for their tickling was determined one card at a time - the
tickling time counted down 52/47/42/37/32/27 and stopped - ‘the result is 27 minutes of
tickling for your feet.’
‘Oh shit,’ Bobbie said, gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes, clenching her fists and
flexing her toes as the rotors brought the feathers to bear on both the upper surfaces and
soles of her feet - she tried to bite into the skin of her left arm to avoid laughing - but it
was to no avail and she quickly started to laugh uncontrollably as her feet started a funny
rhythm - flexing her toes and the top of her feet were the worst - raising her toes and the
soles of her feet got it - and while moving her feet the feathers ran through the spaces
between her toes.
Samantha fought and fought against her restraints as the onslaught on her feet continued
without mercy - the laughter was almost a scream at times - then suddenly she felt the
coming of a sexual climax within her belly and she fell into the throes of an intense and
almost endless orgasm.
‘The game is completed, ladies,’ Don dela Rosa announced, ‘and you have won tickets
home as well as a little money - I will now take Mike and Jose to a cantina in the little
town near here - my servants will release you and help you to clean yourselves and to
recover from the game - we will return in about two hours’ - the control room’s wall
panels slid back into place.
The four servants returned to the tickling chamber - instead of releasing the three young
women, though, Maria, who appeared to be the leader, said ‘now it’s time for us to get a
little amusement too, senoritas, and we have two hours to play before Don Ricardo gets
back to the hacienda.
‘Let us go,’ Bobbie demanded, ‘the game is over - this isn’t part of the deal.’
The other girls also complained and struggled against their restraints - the latin women
had small bowls with brushes - they applied the contents all over the breasts, tummies,
legs and feet of the three helpless girls - it didn’t feel like anything bad, though.
‘This, senoritas, is a very powerful itching powder,’ Maria explained, ‘that will become
active in only a few minutes - now we can really see you struggle.’
‘No, please no,’ the three women pleaded in unison, ‘as the itching sensations started to
take effect.’ - it was going to be a long two hours for all of them.
holiday airline Canada 3000 a few months ago - the characters are loosely based on
people I know but are meant to be imaginary and do not reflect them in any way - this is my second attempt at writing a tickling story - I hope everyone likes it.
THE LONG WAY HOME FROM COSTA RICA
‘I just called the airline to confirm our flights going back to Canada,’ Mike told his wife,
Bobbie, as he sat down in the lounge of the Costa Rica Plaza, ‘and all I got was a damn
answering machine that told me the airline had gone out of business and we would have
to find another way home.’
‘My God, Mike, what are we going to do,’ she replied, ‘we don’t even have enough
money to survive for more than a few days, let alone pay for another flight to Canada.’
‘That means we’re screwed, too,’ said Brandy, one of the two other young women at the
table, who had been talking with Bobbie - Samantha and I were on the same airline and
we don’t have a lot of money left either.’
‘This really sucks,’ said Samantha, ‘I think I’ll just go and call the airline and see if I can
get through,’ rising up and leaving the lounge.
Brandy started to cry - ‘My parents are on vacation in Europe and Samantha’s are away
camping in Alaska - and it’s Friday night so we can’t even call the bank until next week -
damn, I don’t have anything there either - I spent nearly everything on this trip.’
‘Mike, I have to be back at the office by Tuesday for sure,’ Bobbie said, ‘I’ve already
been away longer than I’m supposed to be - they gave me two extra days since you’re
always away working and we hardly get to see each other.’
‘Yeah, honey, me too,’ he told her, ‘if I’m not on that company plane to the north this
Wednesday, I’ll lose two weeks work, maybe even more - there’s got to be a way that we
can get another airline and get home - what about our credit cards.’
‘We’re already up to the limit,’ Bobbie said, ‘well, pretty close anyway - there’s no way
we can get two airline tickets back to Canada on them.’
Samantha came back to the table with tears streaming down her face, saying ‘it’s true, we
are stuck in Costa Rica, the airline’s gone bankrupt’.
‘Damn, we’re really stuck,’ said Brandy, ‘we have hardly any money and there’s nobody
we can phone for help.’
‘Wait a minute,’ Bobbie said, ‘we could try the Canadian embassy - they could help us.’
‘They’ll be closed for the long weekend,’ Mike pointed out, ‘they won’t even see us until
Tuesday and that’ll be too late - we have to be home by then.’
‘Excuse me,’ a voice with a latino accent interrupted, ‘perhaps I could be of some help
with your dilemma - forgive me, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation as I was
at the next table - I might be able to help you raise the money to get home even today -
my employer is a wealthy and influential man here in Costa Rica - I think that he might
be willing to help you.’
The latino man returned after some fifteen minutes and sat down at their table - ‘my boss,
Don Ricardo dela Rosa, is willing to invite you to his hacienda this evening and he will
have airline tickets for all of you - the only catch is that you will have to play one of his
special games - at least, the three women will.’
‘Yeah, right,’ said Samantha, ‘so we’ll have to screw some latin millionaire to get our
plane tickets home - no thanks latin man!’
‘No, that’s not the case at all,’ he said, ‘there are many beautiful women in Costa Rica
and my boss is very handsome - he could have any of them - he will only ask the three of
you to play a gambling game - if you win you’ll have some money as well as your plane
tickets - if you lose he’ll tickle you but at least you’ll still have your plane ride home.’
‘Wait a minute,’ said Mike, ‘this guy you work for, this dela Rosa, will play a game with
these girls and if they lose they get tickled but if they win he pays them - and for sure we
get four plane tickets home - is that right?’
‘No way Mike,’ Bobbie said, ‘you know how ticklish I am - what if he tries to get at my
feet?’
‘Yeah, me too,’ Samantha said, ‘nobody touches my feet and lives to talk about it - that is
the most ticklish spot I’ve got.’
‘For me it’s my belly and my breasts,’ added Brandy, ‘I can’t take it there.’
‘Let’s just see what his boss has in mind,’ Mike suggested, ‘if it’s a game that we can win
fairly easily it shouldn’t be a problem - you wouldn’t be taking much of a risk.’
‘It’s easy for you, Mike,’ Bobbie said, ‘they don’t want to tickle you - you’ll just get to sit
and watch.’
‘My employer, Don dela Rosa, is a very nice and fair man,’ the man pointed out, ‘he only
has a great love of tickling young women - he loves the sound of their laughter - I suggest
that the four of you take him up on his offer to have dinner at his hacienda tonight - at the
dinner he will explain exactly what he has in mind and you can then decide if you would
like to accept his challenge or return to your hotel - meanwhile, if you’ll provide me with
your names, I can see that the airline tickets are prepared for you this afternoon.’
‘Okay,’ said Bobbie, ‘I’m willing to have dinner with him and see what he has to say as
long as I’m not obligated in any way.’
‘Yeah, me too,’ Samantha added.
‘Okay, me too,’ Brandy conceded, ‘but I’m trusting you guys.’
The four stranded tourists then provided their names to Don dela Rosa’s assistant and the
arrangements for a pickup at six o’clock that Friday evening were made.
At the hacienda, the four met Don Ricardo dela Rosa, an elegant and handsome Latin
gentleman in his early sixties - the man reminded them of Mr. Roarke, the owner and host
of Fantasy Island on television - in fact, Mike remarked quietly to Bobbie ‘I wonder
where Tattoo is’ for which she gently slapped him - Samantha said softly, ‘never mind
Tattoo, it’s the plane, the plane I’m after’.
The four were seated with Don dela Rosa and his assistant, whose name turned out to be
Jose (go figure), for a wonderful steak and lobster dinner with all the trimmings and fine
Mexican wines - apparently Don Ricardo owned several of the wineries - dinner was, of
course, accompanied by great conversation in which everyone got to know each other a
little better and Don dela Rosa was able to learn of the four young peoples life and work
in Canada - the social worker, the bank teller, the store clerk and the oilfield mechanic.
‘Well, my friends,’ Don dela Rosa began, ‘I have a proposition for you - all four of you
must accept my offer or it will not be completed - to demonstrate my good faith I have
had Jose purchase four tickets on the American Airlines flight to Dallas on Sunday, and
the connecting flight from there to Canada - here they are’ - he placed them on the table
for all to see.
‘The game I propose to play is solitaire - by Las Vegas rules of course - the deck will be
randomly selected and dealt on a computer terminal - it will consist of 52 cards and the
opening score will be a negative 52 points - each card that is placed on one of the home
piles will credit 5 points to the score - thus, negative 47, negative 42, and so on - if the
score at the end of the game is negative, the young ladies will be tickled for that number
of minutes - if the score is positive, each will receive ten dollars in cash for each point - if
all the cards are placed on the home piles, each will receive a flat ten thousand dollars
placed directly into her bank account for that round.’
‘Well, that’s pretty easy,’ said Mike, ‘solitaire is a cinch to play - everbody knows it.’
‘I am happy that you feel that way,’ said Don dela Rosa, ‘you will be the one to play the
solitaire on the computer terminal - for your efforts, you will receive all of the money that
each girl receives - so your winnings will be the same as the others - only that you will
not be tickled as they will.’
‘It still sounds complicated to me,’ said Samantha.
‘It is quite simple,’ explained Don dela Rosa, ‘my four servants will take the three of you
to another room where you will be prepared for the game - they will then escort you into
the tickling chamber where the three of you will be secured to the three tables - once you
have been properly secured, Mike will play the first of the five games.’
‘So we can’t back out if we accept,’ asked Bobbie, ‘is that the way it works?’
‘You will be able to back out until the game commences - once the game is started the
tickling chamber will be sealed and nothing can stop the system until all five rounds of
the game are completed - the system is completely automatic.’
‘Okay, I’ll try it,’ said Bobbie, ‘if Samantha and Brandy are willing to do it.’ - the other
girls agreed.
‘Please Mike, don’t screw this up,’ Bobbie said, ‘I don’t want to be tickled anymore than
I absolutely have to.’
‘Yeah, Mike, don’t screw it up,’ taunted Samantha as she passed Mike.
‘Have fun,’ he responded.
The three girls escorted Don dela Rosa’s servants, four young Mexican women, to a nice
dressing room - it had baskets for clothing, baths and other amenities - they were told to
remove all of their clothing and jewelry except for their panties - the girls complied - each
of them developed gooseflesh as the coolness of the air hit her skin.
Their eyes went wide and Brandy’s mouth fell open as they passed through the steel door
and saw the three large light-blue x-shaped tables in the middle of the room - the top of
each was padded and finished in soft blue leather - there were foam-lined stainless-steel
restraints for the wrists, neck, abdomen, knees and ankles on each table.
‘My God,’ said Bobbie, ‘this is for real!’
‘Senorita,’ said Maria, one of the servants, to Bobbie, ‘please lie down on the table.’
Bobbie took a deep breath and sat up on the side of the table - she turned and lay down on
her back as Maria instructed - she saw Brandy and Samantha do the same on their tables -
Brandy lay down on her side with her knees drawn up and up on one elbow - ‘how do I
look,’ she taunted the others, ‘maybe I’ll get my picture taken here.’
The latino girls drew each of their arms up beyond their heads and placed their wrists in
the stainless steel restraints which promptly snapped shut - the girls then pulled their
ankles to stretch their bodies - they then drew their legs apart and placed them onto the
leg portions of the x-shape where the restraints snapped tightly about their knees and
ankles - the girls then carefully secured the restraints around their abdomen and then
around their necks - the three girls found their heads held perfectly back and down into a
recessed portion of the tables - the four young latino girls then left the chamber and
closed the heavy steel door.
‘Wow,’ said Bobbie, ‘do you two ever look sexy in that position.’
‘So do you - you look good enough to eat,’ taunted Brandy, ‘like a cute little blonde
buffet - I wonder if Mike is hungry.’
‘Yeah, but you don’t have a guy with you, maybe you’ll just be a treat for our host - or
maybe you like other girls better than boys and you’ll be a treat for Samantha,’ taunted
Bobbie as she tried to move her feet.
‘Ha! Ha!,’ Brandy responded.
‘Damn, this is scary,’ said Bobbie, ‘I’m helplessly strapped down, stretched out to the
fullest length of my body and I can’t even lift my head to see my feet.’
‘At least we can still wiggle them,’ Samantha pointed out, then whispered ‘I’m really
getting excited - I’m already wet.’
‘Me too,’ whispered Bobbie, ‘that’s probably why they left our underpants on - if we get
really wet it’ll show.’
In the meantime, Mike had been seated at the computer terminal - he was alone at the
special computer station - the room was locked, of course, so that he would not be able to
leave in an effort to rescue the three girls - the start of the game only required the push of
the enter button - Don dela Rosa pushed an electrical switch and the upper portion of the
wall on one side of the room slid open to reveal the inside of the tickling chamber.
‘Wow,’ said Mike, ‘how’d you ever get them to allow you to strap them down like that - I
think Bobbie’d kill me if I ever even so much as suggested it to her.’
Don dela Rosa pushed another switch and addressed the three young women in the
tickling chamber, ‘ladies, we are ready to proceed - this will be the last chance you have
to back out and decline my offer - Brandy, are you willing to proceed with the game.’
‘Yeah, I guess,’ she responded, as she tested the restraints that held her.
‘Me too,’ said Bobbie, ‘just get on with it before I change my mind - hey Mike, I’ll bet
you’re really enjoying this aren’t you - just wait till I can get you back.’
‘And I’m ready too,’ said Samantha.
‘In that event the game will begin with round one - you may watch the play on the screen
over the center table - the first round will be for the tickling of the breasts.’
The girls watched with both dread and excitement as the game continued on the computer
screen - the cards were carefully moved from place to place as Mike worked through the
drawing pile - the score went 52/47/42/37/32/27/22/17/12/7 - and Don dela Rosa stated
over the intercom that the final score for the round was 7 minutes of tickling on the
breasts.
‘Oh, my God,’ Brandy said, as two mechanical arms rose up from below the tables, two
rotors with stiff colorful feathers unfolded and began to turn slowly - the computer system
measured the girls’ breasts and located their nippels which were already hard and erect -
they then lowered the feathered rotors which began to work across the bottom of each of
their breasts slowly making their way up toward the high point in the middle - the rotors
then lifted over their nippels and worked from the very tops of their breasts down toward
the high point again.
Bobbie and Samantha snickered and giggled a little as the feathers did their work - but
Brandy howled with laughter as she desperately tried to move her torso from side to side
to get away from the relentless feathers slowly approaching her stiff, erect and very
sensitive nippels - she really lost it when the feathers were finally drawn, one after the
other, over the tight little bits of flesh - ‘Aaaaaah,’ she screamed, ‘oh my Go-o-o-o-d, I
can’t ta-a-a-a-ke this anymore’ - the other two also started to laugh more intensely, in part
because of the increased sensations on each of their breasts but also in part because of the
hysterical laughter coming from the table on the right - then the rotors lifted upward, the
feathers folded away and the arms retracted below the tables.
After they caught their breath, Samantha said, ‘that was interesting - I wonder what’s
next’.
‘Yeah,’ added Bobbie, ‘that was quite some laughing going on over there.’
‘I told you guys my tits were ticklish,’ Brandy responded, ‘I thought I was gonna piss
myself.’
‘That’s probably why they left our panties on,’ observed Samantha, ‘they’ll see it when
we get them wet.’
‘Now, ladies, round two is about to begin,’ Don dela Rosa announced, as leather blocks
arose to the sides of each girl’s head to prevent turning from side to side, ‘the round will
be for the tickling of the soft sensitive area under your chin.’
‘Oh shit, that’s gonna drive me crazy,’ Samantha pointed out, ‘especially with my head
tilted back light this and the skin of my throat stretched tightly and totally vulnerable.’
‘I know,’ said Bobbie, ‘this guy really knows female anatomy - he knows exactly how
and where to get us.’
The girls watched with some trepidation as the cards were played on the computer screen
- 52/47/42/37/32/27/22/17/12 - then no further - all of the cards had been drawn - ‘the
result is 12 minutes of tickling under the chin.’
The two arms with the feathered rotors reappeared from beneath each table and unfolded
almost directly over the faces of the three girls - they tried desperately to move their heads
but the only possible movement was to tilt it further back and thereby expose more of the
sensitive skin of their throats.
‘Aaaaaah,’ Samantha cried, as the feathers started stroking the sensitive skin of her neck
below her chin, ‘oooooooh, shit, ha-ha-haaa,’ she went on - the other girls also laughed
and laughed uncontrollably as the tickle torture of the small, vulnerable and highly
sensitive area went on and on - Bobbie desperately tried to move her torso, clenched her
small fists and flexed her toes repeatedly as the tickling continued - then it stopped - the
arms again folded away beneath the tables and the clamps holding their heads folded into
the area below.
‘Jesus,’ Brandy gasped, ‘for sure I’m gonna piss myself before this thing is over - man,
that’s awful.’
‘Actually,’ Samantha responded, ‘it’s beginning to turn me on - I can feel it in my belly.’
‘Don’t say belly,’ Bobbie cautioned, ‘he hasn’t touched that yet - don’t give him any
ideas.’
‘It is time for round three, ladies, for the tickling of the sensitive area under your arms.’
The cards again appeared on the computer screen and the three young women watched
anxiously as the scores were tallied after each play - 52/47/42/37/32/27/22/17/12/7/2 - it
then continued on the plus side 3/8/13 - it stopped.
‘Round three has resulted in a win of one-hundred-thirty dollars for each of you - you will
not be tickled under your arms.’
‘Thank God,’ said Brandy, ‘that’s another bad spot for me.’
‘I think all your spots must be bad spots,’ said Samantha, ‘that’s why you don’t play very
much - I think you’re a little tickle girl.’
‘Haha,’ said Brandy, ‘I’ve got you a few times too, babe!’
‘Ladies, it is time for round four, the tickling of your stomach area’ - the girls watched the
computer screen again - their celebration coming to an abrupt end - 52/47/42/37/32/27 -
it stopped at 27 - ‘the result, ladies, is 27 minutes of tickling on your stomachs - that will
make up for the loss of the last round.’
‘Aaaah, no-no-no,’ Brandy howled, ‘that’s really gonna make me piss myself - laughing
uncontrollable as the rotors brought feather after feather across her sensitive tummy.
Samantha was also laughing uncontrollably as the feathers stroked across her tummy - she
tried to create some little movement by arching her back but that exposed more of her
hyper-sensitive navel to the feathers - she howled with laughter as the tickle torture went
on and on - Bobbie just took it as it came - laughing heartily - she wasn’t as taken by the
sensations as badly as the other girls - then it came to a stop again.
‘Damn,’ said Brandy, ‘I told you guys I was gonna piss in my pants - I really let it go, too
- I thought I was gonna die - that’s a hell of a long time.’
‘It’s okay Brandy,’ said Samantha, ‘there’s only one round to go.’
‘Yeah,’ said Bobbie, ‘and that’ll be our feet - that’s gonna kill me for sure - God, Mike,
be sure to win this one, please.’
‘It is time for the fifth and final round - the tickling of your feet’ - the girls watched the
computer screen as the time for their tickling was determined one card at a time - the
tickling time counted down 52/47/42/37/32/27 and stopped - ‘the result is 27 minutes of
tickling for your feet.’
‘Oh shit,’ Bobbie said, gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes, clenching her fists and
flexing her toes as the rotors brought the feathers to bear on both the upper surfaces and
soles of her feet - she tried to bite into the skin of her left arm to avoid laughing - but it
was to no avail and she quickly started to laugh uncontrollably as her feet started a funny
rhythm - flexing her toes and the top of her feet were the worst - raising her toes and the
soles of her feet got it - and while moving her feet the feathers ran through the spaces
between her toes.
Samantha fought and fought against her restraints as the onslaught on her feet continued
without mercy - the laughter was almost a scream at times - then suddenly she felt the
coming of a sexual climax within her belly and she fell into the throes of an intense and
almost endless orgasm.
‘The game is completed, ladies,’ Don dela Rosa announced, ‘and you have won tickets
home as well as a little money - I will now take Mike and Jose to a cantina in the little
town near here - my servants will release you and help you to clean yourselves and to
recover from the game - we will return in about two hours’ - the control room’s wall
panels slid back into place.
The four servants returned to the tickling chamber - instead of releasing the three young
women, though, Maria, who appeared to be the leader, said ‘now it’s time for us to get a
little amusement too, senoritas, and we have two hours to play before Don Ricardo gets
back to the hacienda.
‘Let us go,’ Bobbie demanded, ‘the game is over - this isn’t part of the deal.’
The other girls also complained and struggled against their restraints - the latin women
had small bowls with brushes - they applied the contents all over the breasts, tummies,
legs and feet of the three helpless girls - it didn’t feel like anything bad, though.
‘This, senoritas, is a very powerful itching powder,’ Maria explained, ‘that will become
active in only a few minutes - now we can really see you struggle.’
‘No, please no,’ the three women pleaded in unison, ‘as the itching sensations started to
take effect.’ - it was going to be a long two hours for all of them.
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tkl-pen this is one hell of a great story! Like the idea of tickling machines used on the naked bodies of the girls with them helpless to do anything about it.. Please continue the story you can't leave it unfinished now!!!
