“The Celebrity Tickler” Part 8
Starring:
GWEN STEFANI
AVRIL LAVIGNE
PINK
May 1, 2020
Interview with Gwen Stefani at her home
Los Angeles, California
F.B.I. Agents Kelly Henderson and Ashley Goff were sitting at the kitchen table in Gwen Stefani’s lovely L.A. home. Gwen looked so well put-together, like always. As they went over the case file involving her experience in 2005, Gwen tried to answer their questions as best she could.
Ashley: “So let’s see...this occurred the night you and the other victims had performed at the MTV Video Music Awards ceremony?”
Gwen: “That’s correct. It was such an amazing night and it ended horribly. I can’t think back on my performance there without reliving what happened after. It was just...awful.”
Ashley: “Mrs. Stefani, I believe this was the first instance where authorities first discovered Bickler using the aid of accomplices. Is that correct?”
Gwen: “Um, yes. That’s correct. I didn’t have much interaction with them. But I know they were there. A man and a woman. They were...dealing with the other ladies I guess you could say?”
Kelly: “Yes, Mrs. Stefani. And they were ultimately identified as Mitch and Sadie Hart, a married couple that somehow teamed up with Bickler. Investigators never did find out how they knew each other or why Bickler allowed the couple to assist him on these abductions. We think it’s because...well for one thing, it allowed Bickler to be more effective in how he was able to capture so many celebrities off guard. And second, that couple also shared an affinity for the same activities that Bickler did. I mean what are the statistical odds of that?”
Ashley: “Yeah, when the press found out who the other two were, they called them the ‘Hart-less’ couple. Or ‘Bickler the Tickler and the Hart-less duo’. But yeah, what are the freakin’ odds that a married couple would be into all that same stuff AND willing to go along helping a lunatic. They were clearly messed up in the head too. I think Stoddard said they ended up serving ten years each in separate psych wards. The husband went to an all-male psych ward here in L.A., but the wife was driven up to an all-female psych ward in San Jose for her sentence. They were lucky the criminal charges didn’t stick. Their attorney convinced the judge that they were both mental and ‘under the influence’ of Bickler, whatever the hell that means.”
Kelly: “Mrs. Stefani, could you please walk us through that night? And I know some of the details might make you feel awkward and uncomfortable. But just remember, you aren’t alone. Many other women went through similar circumstances. Please just describe it as best you can.”
Gwen glanced at them with an upset look and nodded her head.
15 YEARS EARLIER...
July 10, 2005
MTV Video Music Awards
Miami, Florida
The awards ceremony had gone wonderfully for all those that gave performances. Up-and-comer Avril Lavigne had experienced a fair amount of success early on in her career with a strong debut into the punk/alternative music scene. The 20-year old had gladly accepted the invitation to perform at the MTV Video Music Awards alongside some of the biggest names in the music industry.
The spunky singer Pink was also asked to perform some of her hit songs during the show. Rocking her signature bright pink hair, the 25-year old got the audience hopping with her contagious energy and spectacular show. She finished her final solo song by tossing the mic on the stage and flipping off the camera in front of her. Her black fingernails, nose rings, and bold maroon lipstick really eventuated her daring personality, which was met with roaring applause as she gave up the stage to the final guest performer.
Platinum blonde Gwen Stefani strutted onto the stage as her band No Doubt began playing behind her. The 35-year old was rocking her usual bright red lipstick and was belting out impressive vocals as the crowd yelled the lyrics along with her. For her final song, Gwen was joined by Avril and Pink. All three rockers gave a jaw-dropping performance that left the crowd thundering with applause and cheers when the stage went dark.
As the huge arena went black, the three singers were grabbed and ushered off the stage by people they thought were staff members helping with the show. The audience continued to cheer as the women disappeared through a side door to the left of the stage. Once the three rockers were out of sight, nobody could hear their struggling and yelling over the reverberating roar of the audience. Simon was escorting Gwen. When she tried to pull away from his grip, he twisted one of her arms behind her back and pinned it there. He added just enough pressure to keep her compliant. When she looked over at him with a mix of fear and anger, he clasped a hand over her mouth, which partially smeared her bright red lipstick. Gwen mumbled furiously into his handgag as she expressed her disapproval through groans and a steady glare.
Sadie had a hold of Avril and likewise twisted her arm around behind her back to hold the little punk princess still. As Avril grimaced from the discomfort, Sadie cupped a firm hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Pink realized a little too late what was going on. She tried to pull away but was soon overpowered by Mitch. The defiant rocker snarled as her arm was forced behind her back and trapped. Before she could get two curse words out, Pink groaned with annoyance as Mitch’s hand was pressed tightly over her mouth. She shook her head and looked so mad she could shoot fire from her nostrils.
But as outraged as they were, the three ladies were eventually bound and secured with actual cleave gags. Gwen continued to grunt and struggle as Simon knotted a cleave gag between her pretty red lips. Then he pulled out his signature white feather for her to see. Gwen looked back over her shoulder with eyes that were as big as saucers. Simon wafted the feather and simply whispered in her ear, “Goochie goochie goo...” Avril and Pink looked stunned as they watched in shock while their arms were tied behind their backs and ropes were wrapped around their ankles. Then they were loaded into the back of a van that was waiting to take them away.
30 MINUTES LATER...
Gwen, Pink, and Avril had been taken to a nearby hotel room that Simon and his newfound partners had rented and prepared. Soundproofing padding was affixed to the walls. In the living room area, they had setup the suspension bar contraption that looked like a metal frame with wrist straps hanging down from it. By this time, Simon was infamous among the Hollywood elite. The three unlucky ladies knew exactly what was in store for them.
As Simon instructed, Sadie and Mitch took Gwen and Pink to the suspension frame and forced their hands up above their heads. The clasped them in the wrist cuffs, which left them stretched out and taught as they stood under the framework side by side. Gwen’s pale midriff was intentionally visible because of her outfit she picked to perform with. Her flat tummy and her little bellybutton piercing were now completely vulnerable. Not to mention her creamy, pale underarms that were left unguarded after her arms were stretched out over her head. The lower portion of Pink’s toned abdominals was showing due to her top riding up in that position. She had on a black tank top, which did nothing to protect her underarms either.
Simon said Sadie and Mitch could do whatever they wanted with Gwen and Pink until he was finished with Avril. The petite rocker was still tied with her arms behind her back. He untied her cleave gag and ordered the others have theirs removed as well now that they were in the room. Avril had no choice as Simon led her over to the couch and placed her on it so she was sitting at one end with her back up against the arm of the couch. Simon sat at the other end and pulled Avril’s legs up onto the couch so that her feet were in his lap.
The brooding pop punk singer pouted with concern as Simon began untying the laces to her Converse shoes. He pulled them off one at a time and then began rolling her black socks off. What emerged were some of the palest, creamiest soles Simon had ever seen. There wasn’t a flaw on them. Avril’s pretty size 7 feet were pristine. Her soles had prominent heels, smooth arches, and flawless toes with black toenail polish that wiggled freely in the fresh air.
Simon held Avril’s ankles and raised her soles up to his face. Avril let out a frustrated sigh as Simon pressed her dainty feet against his face. He felt the warmth of her tender foot bottoms emanating onto his cheeks while he sniffed her post-concert soles. Simon began taking two or three of her toes into his mouth at once and gently massaging them with his tongue. She turned her face away, hiding it against the cushions of the couch as she was unwillingly had to let Simon slurp and rub his playful tongue underneath and between her pale, delightful tootsies. Avril’s toes felt so incredibly soft, like they could melt on his tongue the way cotton candy does as soon as you taste it. She grimaced and shrugged her shoulders with disgust as she endured the powerful sucks on each individual toe. Simon even took long, loving licks from the base of her pinkish heels all the way up to the tender undersides of her already wet toes.
While Avril was stuck on the couch getting unwanted attention paid to her feet, she looked over and saw what was happening to her poor co-performers. Gwen was practically dangling from the wrist straps as she tried to pull her arms down. Sadie was behind her making her life miserable. Her energetic fingers were dancing along the sides of Gwen’s impressive midsection, which was nearly bare since her top had ridden up in her position. Gwen was giggling and laughing as she swayed and bounced around along the carpet with ticklish jitters. Next to her was Pink, who was also not enjoying herself. Mitch was standing behind her and wiggling his fingers in her bare armpits. The rowdy singer was snarling with contempt and trying not to laugh too much as she shook and thrashed against the wrist straps. Mitch wasn’t letting up though and Pink was already starting to giggle a little.
Avril should have been more appreciative of the time Simon spent just sampling her feet. Because eventually Simon smiled sinisterly and told her, “Now let’s see if I can put a smile on that pouty face of yours.” Avril looked alarmed as Simon wrapped one arm around her bound ankles and poised his other hand ready to release his devilish fingers upon the bottoms of her bare feet.
Avril: “Whoa! Hold on! Wait a minute! You don’t understand! Like I REALLY don’t want to be doing this right now! I don’t do well with not being in control and I hate having anyone tickle me! Dude please just hahahahahaha!!”
Simon’s fingers came to life on the pale undersides of Avril’s trapped feet. She flung herself back against the cushioned arm of the couch and began laughing wildly. She wiggled and swung her feet from one side to the other trying to escape, but those terrible fingers continually stroked her impossibly soft arches and heels regardless. Avril shrieked and tossed her hair around as she bucked and kicked desperately. It was maddening feeling Simon sliding his fingers over her supple arches. He saw that her toes went crazy and her feet began to tremble when he focused his efforts on the tender area of her lower arches right where they met her petite heels.
Avril kept knocking her back against the arm of the couch because she was laughing so hard. Simon’s fingers trailing up and down her arches was filling her mind with ticklish explosions. Then he began playing between her toes. Simon wormed a finger between each gap and worked it around as he scratched along the sides of her toes. Avril contorted her face in an expression of pure torment as she dissolved into heavy, unbridled laughter. She had never felt so helpless.
Simon trapped one foot at a time and pried her toes back. Then he skillfully stroked the undersides of Avril’s thin, vulnerable toe stems. The young punk rocker was now nothing but a shaking mass of giggles as she leaned into the back of the couch with a prominent grin on her face. Simon playfully touched all over the bottoms of her toes and felt her desperately trying to curl them down. But he held her toes back and forced her to endure the surprisingly agonizing feeling of him tickling her toe’s tender undersides.
While Avril was taking her turn on the couch, Sadie was really making Gwen cry out. She was scrunching her fingers along one of Gwen’s bare sides. The poor, outstretched singer was powerless to prevent it. Sadie squeezed, poked, and fluttered her nails over the blonde’s toned oblique. She was using her other hand to gently cup Gwen’s belly and hold her still. And while she was at it, she dipped her middle finger into the hysterical rocker’s bellybutton and teasingly fingered it. Gwen’s red lipstick-lined mouth was wide open in unbridled laughter as she screamed.
Pink was hanging beside her and also laughing begrudgingly. Mitch was standing in front of her and rolling his thumbs rhythmically in armpits. As the minutes dragged by, Pink felt her initial resistance failing her. The constant tickling was wearing her down and now she was laughing through a snarl as she swung around and threw her head back in frustration. Mitch thought it was cute how Pink was desperately cackling and trying to crane her head to either side to nip at his hands, but she could never quite reach. And things didn’t get any easier for Pink once Simon wanted to switch the women around.
Avril was initially relieved to be free of the couch, but then found herself hanging from her wrists next to Gwen on the contraption. Pink was forced onto the couch with her hands tied behind her back now. She grunted and began hurling every curse word she could think of at Simon as he unlaced her black combat boots she had worn for her VMA performance. Pink let out a very loud, annoying sigh as her boots were pulled off, leaving her in damp white anklet socks. Simon hooked a finger under the rim of one sock and slowly began peeling it off Pink’s moist foot. Her robust heel came into view, followed by her defined arch, and then finally her pudgy toes that were painted bright pink to match her hair color. Pink fidgeted some more and growled as Simon slipped off her other sock the same way.
Once both of her large, shapely size 9 feet were completely bare, Simon raised Pink’s soles up to his face and breathed in her heady aroma. The badass rocker cocked her eyebrows and let her mouth hang open with a disgusted grunt as she heard Simon taking whiffs of her post-performance foot stink. When he began passionately sucking her plump toes, she scoffed and looked away shaking her head. Pink warned him, “Dude, that’s so sick. Trust me, you don’t want to be doing that with my feet. They were in boots all night.” Simon ignored her advice and continued to suck each and every single one of her powerful toes until they were wet with his spit. He even gave the pads below her toes, her heels, and the balls of her feet playful nibbles, which often caused her to snicker and jump a little. Pink rolled her eyes as Simon continued un-phased by tasting her sweaty soles.
Pink tried to ignore him for the most part as her toes were sucked on. She mostly distracted herself by watching her co-performers and the agony they were going through. Gwen was still laughing her head off. Sadie had now worked her fingers up into Gwen’s hairless underarms and was stroking her nails across the sensitive skin. Sadie didn’t care at all that Gwen was practically in tears now from all the tickling. Her legs were weak and her head was thrashing like mad. Gwen tried to signal her disapproval to Sadie since she was having trouble forming words. And next to her was Avril, who was finding the upper body tickling almost as terrible as the foot tickling had been. She just hated to be touched in general and Mitch’s wiggling hands playing with her milky tummy and crawling up her sides from under her shirt was driving her crazy. Pink watched as Avril laughed and twisted back and forth while Mitch inched his fluttering hands up under her top toward her ribs.
Pink’s attention was snapped back front and center when she felt Simon encircle her ankles and begin eagerly tickling her feet with his fingers. Pink shouted and began kicking while she laughed. Her shapely, high-arched soles moved around as much as they could while Simon aggressively flicked his fingers over her foot bottoms. Pink strained against his hold and reluctantly laughed. But the feeling of his fingertips scratching relentlessly across her warm, bare soles was too much for her.
Pink: “Ugh! Hahahahaha! Leave my feet alone, asshole! Hahahahaha! Hey, didn’t you hear me?! Fuck off! Hahahaha! Seriously, knock it off, dude! Hahahaha! Fuck! Quit it! Hahahahaha!”
Simon: “Uh uh, I don’t think so. I just absolutely LOVE tickling women’s feet and yours are no exception, sweetie. Speaking of which, you’re laughing quite a bit, tough girl. What’s wrong? You okay? I didn’t figure you’d be so easy to get laughing, but you seem to be struggling. Do you need me to take it easier on you? Would that make it more bearable? If you need me to ease up, just tell me you’re a ticklish little wimp.”
“Fuck you! Aaaahahahahaha!” Pink shouted as she squirmed around on the couch kicking her legs. Simon just laughed as he held her ankles tighter and focused his fingers on the super soft skin just under the balls of her feet. Pink scrunched her face in ticklish agony and arched her back. In fact, Pink was wriggling and kicking so much that she actually ended up turning herself over on her stomach with her face near the edge of the couch cushion. Simon quickly repositioned along with her and sat on her calves to trap her upturned soles that were dangling off the front of the couch.
Pink grunted at the added weight on top of her legs but then exploded back into hearty laughter as Simon began spidering his fingers like crazy over her meaty, defined soles. Pink bucked her entire body as best she could while Simon was sitting on her. She slammed her head up and down on the couch seat as some sort of way of releasing her immense frustration at the tickling feelings. She hated everything about being tickled. In this new position, Simon had an easy time working his fingertips down along the undersides of Pink’s plump tootsies. She snarled and grunted as she came to terms that there was nothing she could do to stop this man from exploring every ticklish square inch of her feet.
At Simon’s command, Pink was taken from the couch and took Gwen’s spot on the rack. She was not exactly thrilled to be back hanging from the metal frame, but at least Simon wasn’t after her feet at the moment. Gwen found herself tied with her hands behind her back and seated on the couch near Simon. She already looked disheveled from all the upper body tickling she had endured. Simon looked at her with an untrustworthy smirk and told her, “Well Ms. Stefani, I have good news and bad news.”
Gwen looked at him suspiciously and finally replied, “...Y-you do?”
Simon: “Yes, my dear. I’ve noticed how badly you’ve been laughing over on my rack. Mrs. Hart was really giving you a tough time, wasn’t she? Well now, that’s over. You’ll be glad to hear that the good news is that you won’t be going back to the tickle rack again. Does that make you happy?”
Gwen was suspicious but was genuinely relieved she didn’t have to be outstretched with that wretched woman tickling her sides anymore. Gwen slowly nodded her head in agreement.
Then Simon pulled Gwen’s feet into his lap and began unlacing her tall leather boots. He told her, “The bad news is that your boots are coming off.” Gwen looked like she could cry. She tried sitting up and leaning closer to speak with Simon. She frantically tried to throw out some sort of reasoning or offer that would prevent him from removing her shoes. But nothing derailed his intent. He pulled off her boots one at a time, leaving her in her sweaty, tall tube socks that had red stripes around the top. Gwen groaned with horrible anticipation as Simon rolled one sock down to her ankle and then slowly off her foot. She tried hiding her bare foot behind the socked one. But Simon wasn’t concerned about tickling her quite yet. He took her remaining socked foot and repeated the slow reveal until both of her milky white, size 8.5 feet were bared. Gwen’s cherry red toenail polish really popped against the pale canvas of milky toes.
Simon immediately took the alternative rocker queen’s feet, held them together, and then raised them up to his face. Gwen looked deeply bothered as Simon placed his nose right against the bottoms of her feet and inhaled deeply. He sniffed mostly just at the base of her meaty toes. Gwen’s tired feet were rather toasty from being confined in her stage boots. The punk rock star wasn’t accustomed to someone taking her boots away and smelling her feet. She didn’t know what to think, but Simon sure seemed to be enjoying himself as he inhaled eagerly.
When he had his fill of her foot stink, Simon engulfed several of her sweaty toes and began lovingly lapping at their rounded tips with his tongue. Gwen closed her eyes and let out an “I can’t believe this is happening” sigh that expressed exactly how she felt. Simon took his time and made sure to pay attention to each silky toe. It was revolting to Gwen, who could not possibly understand why a guy would want to smell her feet let alone taste them.
But at least she wasn’t being tickled at the moment. Gwen saw her co-performers were not so lucky. Avril was still being tickled by Mitch. The petite singer had her bare feet well off the ground and was practically hanging from the wrist straps as she tried to guard her armpits. Mitch had worked his hands up under her rocker shirt and was trying to slip them in to get at her underarms. Avril had pulled her body up and clenched her elbows to her sides, but her endurance was starting to fail her. As Avril began to tire out, her arms began to stretch back out until Mitch could slide his fingers in and begin crawling them slowly in her hollows. She screamed terribly and fell into a fit of snickering laughter as she was forced into yet another bout of forced tickling. Avril thrashed and tried to jump back up to secure her armpits once again, but her strength was gone. She just sank back down until her feet touched the floor. Mitch spidered his fingers in her smooth underarms as she threw her head back in laughter.
Pink was stretched out next to her. Sadie was using her fingernails along the imposing punk rocker’s stomach and muscular sides. Pink twisted her hips back and forth and from one side to the other as she giggled and laughed. Those long nails were never something she got used to. They felt just as awful minutes later as they had when Sadie first started. Pink especially hated it when Sadie would scrunch her nails lightly along her tummy, on either side of her bellybutton. Sometimes she would even circle one fingernail around the rim of her button until she eventually dipped it down inside to playfully stimulate her ticklish skin there. Pink gritted her teeth and shook her head with laughter at the crazy torturous feeling.
Gwen’s respite was over eventually. Simon held her ankles firmly and began wildly tickling along the bottoms of her well-defined soles. Gwen arched her back and let her mouth hang open in laughter. His fingers scurried in her wrinkly arches, over the prominent balls of her feet, and up under her full, meaty toes. That spot in particular drove Gwen crazy. She hissed giggles and laughed frantically when Simon flicked his fingers under her clenched toes. Gwen begged, “Hahahahahaha!! Oh God no! Hahahahahaha!! I’ve had enough! Hahahahaha!! Stop that! Hahahahaha!! I’m going to cry! Stop! Hahahahahaha!!”
Gwen began thrashing so hard that she turned herself over on her stomach. She kicked and flung her legs around so wildly that her heel clipped Simon in the jaw. He was a little dazed but quickly came up with a solution. He retrieved some supplies and returned to her. Simon bound her ankles to her wrists, leaving Gwen in a strict hogtie on the couch. Then he took his feather and began sliding it and twirling it between her pretty toes. Gwen screamed into the couch cushion and wiggled her body in response. The feather slipped through each gap in her powerfully clenched toes no matter how tightly she scrunched them. Simon also took his free hand and used it to tickle in her deep arches some more. Gwen couldn’t stand it.
After a thorough foot tickling on the couch, Simon moved Gwen to the floor still in her hogtie. He ordered the other two to be tied in a similar fashion. Pink was hogtied and placed on Gwen’s left and Avril was tied similarly on Gwen’s right. The three barefoot women grunted and groaned as they stared up at Simon setting up his camera in front of them. As he did so, he asked the group, “Is everyone ready to admit they’re a ticklish little wimp for all your fans to see later?” The response he got from the spunky rocker group was a resounding no. He smiled and replied, “I was hoping you would all feel that way.”
Simon took a bottle of lotion and began smearing generous potions on all their upturned soles, much to their disapproval. Then he took a brush and knelt behind Gwen. Sadie and Mitch each grabbed a brush and paired off with the other two. The room was once again filled with screams and belly laughter as the punk rockers had their bare, lotioned feet scrubbed mercilessly with hairbrushes.
They soon thought better of their defiance as they were forced to endure several more rounds of lotion re-application. Avril’s face was frozen in a constant grin as she laughed and jerked her slippery feet around. But nothing stopped the bristles from raking up and down her narrow arches. Pink was grimacing and grunting through her laughter as the hairbrush was dragged roughly over her slick arches. And Gwen was laughing without any reservations now. It was all just too much. She screamed and laughed as loudly as possible to try and relieve the hellish sensations holding her mind captive. But Simon never ceased brushing her poor feet, especially the pads below her sensitive soles.
When Simon finally offered them another chance to put a stop to the tickling, they all gave in instantly. One by one they looked up into the camera and repeated his lines.
Avril’s mascara was running down her face. She looked up and said, “I’m Avril Lavigne and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
Pink looked beyond irritated. Her bright pink hair was slightly sweaty. She seemed like she wasn’t going to say the line. But then Simon showed her the hairbrush and said, “Do I need to give your feet another round with the brush, sweetie.” Pink’s tough facial expression remained but she defeatedly shook her head no. She looked up at the camera and reluctantly admitted, “I’m Pink and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
Gwen’s lipstick and mascara was smeared. Her blonde hair had come loose somewhat from her ponytail and was hanging down along the sides of her face. She looked up with an exhausted look and said, “I’m Gwen Stefani and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
May 1, 2020
Interview with Gwen Stefani at her home
Los Angeles, California
The words echoed in Gwen’s memory as she heard herself saying them again and again. The teary-eyed star dabbed her eyes with a tissue and said, “I’m sorry, agents. That’s all I can tell you about that night. They left us in the room hogtied and later called to report that we were in there. And even after we were rescued, it was still awful seeing clips of ourselves circulating online and in the news media. Seeing ourselves say those stupid confessions. I’m sorry. This is just really difficult to talk about. I just never wanted to...you know...be one of THOSE women that were so utterly humiliated like that.”
Kelly: “It’s alright, thank you for opening up to us and giving us your time.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Starring:
GWEN STEFANI
AVRIL LAVIGNE
PINK
May 1, 2020
Interview with Gwen Stefani at her home
Los Angeles, California
F.B.I. Agents Kelly Henderson and Ashley Goff were sitting at the kitchen table in Gwen Stefani’s lovely L.A. home. Gwen looked so well put-together, like always. As they went over the case file involving her experience in 2005, Gwen tried to answer their questions as best she could.
Ashley: “So let’s see...this occurred the night you and the other victims had performed at the MTV Video Music Awards ceremony?”
Gwen: “That’s correct. It was such an amazing night and it ended horribly. I can’t think back on my performance there without reliving what happened after. It was just...awful.”
Ashley: “Mrs. Stefani, I believe this was the first instance where authorities first discovered Bickler using the aid of accomplices. Is that correct?”
Gwen: “Um, yes. That’s correct. I didn’t have much interaction with them. But I know they were there. A man and a woman. They were...dealing with the other ladies I guess you could say?”
Kelly: “Yes, Mrs. Stefani. And they were ultimately identified as Mitch and Sadie Hart, a married couple that somehow teamed up with Bickler. Investigators never did find out how they knew each other or why Bickler allowed the couple to assist him on these abductions. We think it’s because...well for one thing, it allowed Bickler to be more effective in how he was able to capture so many celebrities off guard. And second, that couple also shared an affinity for the same activities that Bickler did. I mean what are the statistical odds of that?”
Ashley: “Yeah, when the press found out who the other two were, they called them the ‘Hart-less’ couple. Or ‘Bickler the Tickler and the Hart-less duo’. But yeah, what are the freakin’ odds that a married couple would be into all that same stuff AND willing to go along helping a lunatic. They were clearly messed up in the head too. I think Stoddard said they ended up serving ten years each in separate psych wards. The husband went to an all-male psych ward here in L.A., but the wife was driven up to an all-female psych ward in San Jose for her sentence. They were lucky the criminal charges didn’t stick. Their attorney convinced the judge that they were both mental and ‘under the influence’ of Bickler, whatever the hell that means.”
Kelly: “Mrs. Stefani, could you please walk us through that night? And I know some of the details might make you feel awkward and uncomfortable. But just remember, you aren’t alone. Many other women went through similar circumstances. Please just describe it as best you can.”
Gwen glanced at them with an upset look and nodded her head.
15 YEARS EARLIER...
July 10, 2005
MTV Video Music Awards
Miami, Florida
The awards ceremony had gone wonderfully for all those that gave performances. Up-and-comer Avril Lavigne had experienced a fair amount of success early on in her career with a strong debut into the punk/alternative music scene. The 20-year old had gladly accepted the invitation to perform at the MTV Video Music Awards alongside some of the biggest names in the music industry.
The spunky singer Pink was also asked to perform some of her hit songs during the show. Rocking her signature bright pink hair, the 25-year old got the audience hopping with her contagious energy and spectacular show. She finished her final solo song by tossing the mic on the stage and flipping off the camera in front of her. Her black fingernails, nose rings, and bold maroon lipstick really eventuated her daring personality, which was met with roaring applause as she gave up the stage to the final guest performer.
Platinum blonde Gwen Stefani strutted onto the stage as her band No Doubt began playing behind her. The 35-year old was rocking her usual bright red lipstick and was belting out impressive vocals as the crowd yelled the lyrics along with her. For her final song, Gwen was joined by Avril and Pink. All three rockers gave a jaw-dropping performance that left the crowd thundering with applause and cheers when the stage went dark.
As the huge arena went black, the three singers were grabbed and ushered off the stage by people they thought were staff members helping with the show. The audience continued to cheer as the women disappeared through a side door to the left of the stage. Once the three rockers were out of sight, nobody could hear their struggling and yelling over the reverberating roar of the audience. Simon was escorting Gwen. When she tried to pull away from his grip, he twisted one of her arms behind her back and pinned it there. He added just enough pressure to keep her compliant. When she looked over at him with a mix of fear and anger, he clasped a hand over her mouth, which partially smeared her bright red lipstick. Gwen mumbled furiously into his handgag as she expressed her disapproval through groans and a steady glare.
Sadie had a hold of Avril and likewise twisted her arm around behind her back to hold the little punk princess still. As Avril grimaced from the discomfort, Sadie cupped a firm hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Pink realized a little too late what was going on. She tried to pull away but was soon overpowered by Mitch. The defiant rocker snarled as her arm was forced behind her back and trapped. Before she could get two curse words out, Pink groaned with annoyance as Mitch’s hand was pressed tightly over her mouth. She shook her head and looked so mad she could shoot fire from her nostrils.
But as outraged as they were, the three ladies were eventually bound and secured with actual cleave gags. Gwen continued to grunt and struggle as Simon knotted a cleave gag between her pretty red lips. Then he pulled out his signature white feather for her to see. Gwen looked back over her shoulder with eyes that were as big as saucers. Simon wafted the feather and simply whispered in her ear, “Goochie goochie goo...” Avril and Pink looked stunned as they watched in shock while their arms were tied behind their backs and ropes were wrapped around their ankles. Then they were loaded into the back of a van that was waiting to take them away.
30 MINUTES LATER...
Gwen, Pink, and Avril had been taken to a nearby hotel room that Simon and his newfound partners had rented and prepared. Soundproofing padding was affixed to the walls. In the living room area, they had setup the suspension bar contraption that looked like a metal frame with wrist straps hanging down from it. By this time, Simon was infamous among the Hollywood elite. The three unlucky ladies knew exactly what was in store for them.
As Simon instructed, Sadie and Mitch took Gwen and Pink to the suspension frame and forced their hands up above their heads. The clasped them in the wrist cuffs, which left them stretched out and taught as they stood under the framework side by side. Gwen’s pale midriff was intentionally visible because of her outfit she picked to perform with. Her flat tummy and her little bellybutton piercing were now completely vulnerable. Not to mention her creamy, pale underarms that were left unguarded after her arms were stretched out over her head. The lower portion of Pink’s toned abdominals was showing due to her top riding up in that position. She had on a black tank top, which did nothing to protect her underarms either.
Simon said Sadie and Mitch could do whatever they wanted with Gwen and Pink until he was finished with Avril. The petite rocker was still tied with her arms behind her back. He untied her cleave gag and ordered the others have theirs removed as well now that they were in the room. Avril had no choice as Simon led her over to the couch and placed her on it so she was sitting at one end with her back up against the arm of the couch. Simon sat at the other end and pulled Avril’s legs up onto the couch so that her feet were in his lap.
The brooding pop punk singer pouted with concern as Simon began untying the laces to her Converse shoes. He pulled them off one at a time and then began rolling her black socks off. What emerged were some of the palest, creamiest soles Simon had ever seen. There wasn’t a flaw on them. Avril’s pretty size 7 feet were pristine. Her soles had prominent heels, smooth arches, and flawless toes with black toenail polish that wiggled freely in the fresh air.
Simon held Avril’s ankles and raised her soles up to his face. Avril let out a frustrated sigh as Simon pressed her dainty feet against his face. He felt the warmth of her tender foot bottoms emanating onto his cheeks while he sniffed her post-concert soles. Simon began taking two or three of her toes into his mouth at once and gently massaging them with his tongue. She turned her face away, hiding it against the cushions of the couch as she was unwillingly had to let Simon slurp and rub his playful tongue underneath and between her pale, delightful tootsies. Avril’s toes felt so incredibly soft, like they could melt on his tongue the way cotton candy does as soon as you taste it. She grimaced and shrugged her shoulders with disgust as she endured the powerful sucks on each individual toe. Simon even took long, loving licks from the base of her pinkish heels all the way up to the tender undersides of her already wet toes.
While Avril was stuck on the couch getting unwanted attention paid to her feet, she looked over and saw what was happening to her poor co-performers. Gwen was practically dangling from the wrist straps as she tried to pull her arms down. Sadie was behind her making her life miserable. Her energetic fingers were dancing along the sides of Gwen’s impressive midsection, which was nearly bare since her top had ridden up in her position. Gwen was giggling and laughing as she swayed and bounced around along the carpet with ticklish jitters. Next to her was Pink, who was also not enjoying herself. Mitch was standing behind her and wiggling his fingers in her bare armpits. The rowdy singer was snarling with contempt and trying not to laugh too much as she shook and thrashed against the wrist straps. Mitch wasn’t letting up though and Pink was already starting to giggle a little.
Avril should have been more appreciative of the time Simon spent just sampling her feet. Because eventually Simon smiled sinisterly and told her, “Now let’s see if I can put a smile on that pouty face of yours.” Avril looked alarmed as Simon wrapped one arm around her bound ankles and poised his other hand ready to release his devilish fingers upon the bottoms of her bare feet.
Avril: “Whoa! Hold on! Wait a minute! You don’t understand! Like I REALLY don’t want to be doing this right now! I don’t do well with not being in control and I hate having anyone tickle me! Dude please just hahahahahaha!!”
Simon’s fingers came to life on the pale undersides of Avril’s trapped feet. She flung herself back against the cushioned arm of the couch and began laughing wildly. She wiggled and swung her feet from one side to the other trying to escape, but those terrible fingers continually stroked her impossibly soft arches and heels regardless. Avril shrieked and tossed her hair around as she bucked and kicked desperately. It was maddening feeling Simon sliding his fingers over her supple arches. He saw that her toes went crazy and her feet began to tremble when he focused his efforts on the tender area of her lower arches right where they met her petite heels.
Avril kept knocking her back against the arm of the couch because she was laughing so hard. Simon’s fingers trailing up and down her arches was filling her mind with ticklish explosions. Then he began playing between her toes. Simon wormed a finger between each gap and worked it around as he scratched along the sides of her toes. Avril contorted her face in an expression of pure torment as she dissolved into heavy, unbridled laughter. She had never felt so helpless.
Simon trapped one foot at a time and pried her toes back. Then he skillfully stroked the undersides of Avril’s thin, vulnerable toe stems. The young punk rocker was now nothing but a shaking mass of giggles as she leaned into the back of the couch with a prominent grin on her face. Simon playfully touched all over the bottoms of her toes and felt her desperately trying to curl them down. But he held her toes back and forced her to endure the surprisingly agonizing feeling of him tickling her toe’s tender undersides.
While Avril was taking her turn on the couch, Sadie was really making Gwen cry out. She was scrunching her fingers along one of Gwen’s bare sides. The poor, outstretched singer was powerless to prevent it. Sadie squeezed, poked, and fluttered her nails over the blonde’s toned oblique. She was using her other hand to gently cup Gwen’s belly and hold her still. And while she was at it, she dipped her middle finger into the hysterical rocker’s bellybutton and teasingly fingered it. Gwen’s red lipstick-lined mouth was wide open in unbridled laughter as she screamed.
Pink was hanging beside her and also laughing begrudgingly. Mitch was standing in front of her and rolling his thumbs rhythmically in armpits. As the minutes dragged by, Pink felt her initial resistance failing her. The constant tickling was wearing her down and now she was laughing through a snarl as she swung around and threw her head back in frustration. Mitch thought it was cute how Pink was desperately cackling and trying to crane her head to either side to nip at his hands, but she could never quite reach. And things didn’t get any easier for Pink once Simon wanted to switch the women around.
Avril was initially relieved to be free of the couch, but then found herself hanging from her wrists next to Gwen on the contraption. Pink was forced onto the couch with her hands tied behind her back now. She grunted and began hurling every curse word she could think of at Simon as he unlaced her black combat boots she had worn for her VMA performance. Pink let out a very loud, annoying sigh as her boots were pulled off, leaving her in damp white anklet socks. Simon hooked a finger under the rim of one sock and slowly began peeling it off Pink’s moist foot. Her robust heel came into view, followed by her defined arch, and then finally her pudgy toes that were painted bright pink to match her hair color. Pink fidgeted some more and growled as Simon slipped off her other sock the same way.
Once both of her large, shapely size 9 feet were completely bare, Simon raised Pink’s soles up to his face and breathed in her heady aroma. The badass rocker cocked her eyebrows and let her mouth hang open with a disgusted grunt as she heard Simon taking whiffs of her post-performance foot stink. When he began passionately sucking her plump toes, she scoffed and looked away shaking her head. Pink warned him, “Dude, that’s so sick. Trust me, you don’t want to be doing that with my feet. They were in boots all night.” Simon ignored her advice and continued to suck each and every single one of her powerful toes until they were wet with his spit. He even gave the pads below her toes, her heels, and the balls of her feet playful nibbles, which often caused her to snicker and jump a little. Pink rolled her eyes as Simon continued un-phased by tasting her sweaty soles.
Pink tried to ignore him for the most part as her toes were sucked on. She mostly distracted herself by watching her co-performers and the agony they were going through. Gwen was still laughing her head off. Sadie had now worked her fingers up into Gwen’s hairless underarms and was stroking her nails across the sensitive skin. Sadie didn’t care at all that Gwen was practically in tears now from all the tickling. Her legs were weak and her head was thrashing like mad. Gwen tried to signal her disapproval to Sadie since she was having trouble forming words. And next to her was Avril, who was finding the upper body tickling almost as terrible as the foot tickling had been. She just hated to be touched in general and Mitch’s wiggling hands playing with her milky tummy and crawling up her sides from under her shirt was driving her crazy. Pink watched as Avril laughed and twisted back and forth while Mitch inched his fluttering hands up under her top toward her ribs.
Pink’s attention was snapped back front and center when she felt Simon encircle her ankles and begin eagerly tickling her feet with his fingers. Pink shouted and began kicking while she laughed. Her shapely, high-arched soles moved around as much as they could while Simon aggressively flicked his fingers over her foot bottoms. Pink strained against his hold and reluctantly laughed. But the feeling of his fingertips scratching relentlessly across her warm, bare soles was too much for her.
Pink: “Ugh! Hahahahaha! Leave my feet alone, asshole! Hahahahaha! Hey, didn’t you hear me?! Fuck off! Hahahaha! Seriously, knock it off, dude! Hahahaha! Fuck! Quit it! Hahahahaha!”
Simon: “Uh uh, I don’t think so. I just absolutely LOVE tickling women’s feet and yours are no exception, sweetie. Speaking of which, you’re laughing quite a bit, tough girl. What’s wrong? You okay? I didn’t figure you’d be so easy to get laughing, but you seem to be struggling. Do you need me to take it easier on you? Would that make it more bearable? If you need me to ease up, just tell me you’re a ticklish little wimp.”
“Fuck you! Aaaahahahahaha!” Pink shouted as she squirmed around on the couch kicking her legs. Simon just laughed as he held her ankles tighter and focused his fingers on the super soft skin just under the balls of her feet. Pink scrunched her face in ticklish agony and arched her back. In fact, Pink was wriggling and kicking so much that she actually ended up turning herself over on her stomach with her face near the edge of the couch cushion. Simon quickly repositioned along with her and sat on her calves to trap her upturned soles that were dangling off the front of the couch.
Pink grunted at the added weight on top of her legs but then exploded back into hearty laughter as Simon began spidering his fingers like crazy over her meaty, defined soles. Pink bucked her entire body as best she could while Simon was sitting on her. She slammed her head up and down on the couch seat as some sort of way of releasing her immense frustration at the tickling feelings. She hated everything about being tickled. In this new position, Simon had an easy time working his fingertips down along the undersides of Pink’s plump tootsies. She snarled and grunted as she came to terms that there was nothing she could do to stop this man from exploring every ticklish square inch of her feet.
At Simon’s command, Pink was taken from the couch and took Gwen’s spot on the rack. She was not exactly thrilled to be back hanging from the metal frame, but at least Simon wasn’t after her feet at the moment. Gwen found herself tied with her hands behind her back and seated on the couch near Simon. She already looked disheveled from all the upper body tickling she had endured. Simon looked at her with an untrustworthy smirk and told her, “Well Ms. Stefani, I have good news and bad news.”
Gwen looked at him suspiciously and finally replied, “...Y-you do?”
Simon: “Yes, my dear. I’ve noticed how badly you’ve been laughing over on my rack. Mrs. Hart was really giving you a tough time, wasn’t she? Well now, that’s over. You’ll be glad to hear that the good news is that you won’t be going back to the tickle rack again. Does that make you happy?”
Gwen was suspicious but was genuinely relieved she didn’t have to be outstretched with that wretched woman tickling her sides anymore. Gwen slowly nodded her head in agreement.
Then Simon pulled Gwen’s feet into his lap and began unlacing her tall leather boots. He told her, “The bad news is that your boots are coming off.” Gwen looked like she could cry. She tried sitting up and leaning closer to speak with Simon. She frantically tried to throw out some sort of reasoning or offer that would prevent him from removing her shoes. But nothing derailed his intent. He pulled off her boots one at a time, leaving her in her sweaty, tall tube socks that had red stripes around the top. Gwen groaned with horrible anticipation as Simon rolled one sock down to her ankle and then slowly off her foot. She tried hiding her bare foot behind the socked one. But Simon wasn’t concerned about tickling her quite yet. He took her remaining socked foot and repeated the slow reveal until both of her milky white, size 8.5 feet were bared. Gwen’s cherry red toenail polish really popped against the pale canvas of milky toes.
Simon immediately took the alternative rocker queen’s feet, held them together, and then raised them up to his face. Gwen looked deeply bothered as Simon placed his nose right against the bottoms of her feet and inhaled deeply. He sniffed mostly just at the base of her meaty toes. Gwen’s tired feet were rather toasty from being confined in her stage boots. The punk rock star wasn’t accustomed to someone taking her boots away and smelling her feet. She didn’t know what to think, but Simon sure seemed to be enjoying himself as he inhaled eagerly.
When he had his fill of her foot stink, Simon engulfed several of her sweaty toes and began lovingly lapping at their rounded tips with his tongue. Gwen closed her eyes and let out an “I can’t believe this is happening” sigh that expressed exactly how she felt. Simon took his time and made sure to pay attention to each silky toe. It was revolting to Gwen, who could not possibly understand why a guy would want to smell her feet let alone taste them.
But at least she wasn’t being tickled at the moment. Gwen saw her co-performers were not so lucky. Avril was still being tickled by Mitch. The petite singer had her bare feet well off the ground and was practically hanging from the wrist straps as she tried to guard her armpits. Mitch had worked his hands up under her rocker shirt and was trying to slip them in to get at her underarms. Avril had pulled her body up and clenched her elbows to her sides, but her endurance was starting to fail her. As Avril began to tire out, her arms began to stretch back out until Mitch could slide his fingers in and begin crawling them slowly in her hollows. She screamed terribly and fell into a fit of snickering laughter as she was forced into yet another bout of forced tickling. Avril thrashed and tried to jump back up to secure her armpits once again, but her strength was gone. She just sank back down until her feet touched the floor. Mitch spidered his fingers in her smooth underarms as she threw her head back in laughter.
Pink was stretched out next to her. Sadie was using her fingernails along the imposing punk rocker’s stomach and muscular sides. Pink twisted her hips back and forth and from one side to the other as she giggled and laughed. Those long nails were never something she got used to. They felt just as awful minutes later as they had when Sadie first started. Pink especially hated it when Sadie would scrunch her nails lightly along her tummy, on either side of her bellybutton. Sometimes she would even circle one fingernail around the rim of her button until she eventually dipped it down inside to playfully stimulate her ticklish skin there. Pink gritted her teeth and shook her head with laughter at the crazy torturous feeling.
Gwen’s respite was over eventually. Simon held her ankles firmly and began wildly tickling along the bottoms of her well-defined soles. Gwen arched her back and let her mouth hang open in laughter. His fingers scurried in her wrinkly arches, over the prominent balls of her feet, and up under her full, meaty toes. That spot in particular drove Gwen crazy. She hissed giggles and laughed frantically when Simon flicked his fingers under her clenched toes. Gwen begged, “Hahahahahaha!! Oh God no! Hahahahahaha!! I’ve had enough! Hahahahaha!! Stop that! Hahahahaha!! I’m going to cry! Stop! Hahahahahaha!!”
Gwen began thrashing so hard that she turned herself over on her stomach. She kicked and flung her legs around so wildly that her heel clipped Simon in the jaw. He was a little dazed but quickly came up with a solution. He retrieved some supplies and returned to her. Simon bound her ankles to her wrists, leaving Gwen in a strict hogtie on the couch. Then he took his feather and began sliding it and twirling it between her pretty toes. Gwen screamed into the couch cushion and wiggled her body in response. The feather slipped through each gap in her powerfully clenched toes no matter how tightly she scrunched them. Simon also took his free hand and used it to tickle in her deep arches some more. Gwen couldn’t stand it.
After a thorough foot tickling on the couch, Simon moved Gwen to the floor still in her hogtie. He ordered the other two to be tied in a similar fashion. Pink was hogtied and placed on Gwen’s left and Avril was tied similarly on Gwen’s right. The three barefoot women grunted and groaned as they stared up at Simon setting up his camera in front of them. As he did so, he asked the group, “Is everyone ready to admit they’re a ticklish little wimp for all your fans to see later?” The response he got from the spunky rocker group was a resounding no. He smiled and replied, “I was hoping you would all feel that way.”
Simon took a bottle of lotion and began smearing generous potions on all their upturned soles, much to their disapproval. Then he took a brush and knelt behind Gwen. Sadie and Mitch each grabbed a brush and paired off with the other two. The room was once again filled with screams and belly laughter as the punk rockers had their bare, lotioned feet scrubbed mercilessly with hairbrushes.
They soon thought better of their defiance as they were forced to endure several more rounds of lotion re-application. Avril’s face was frozen in a constant grin as she laughed and jerked her slippery feet around. But nothing stopped the bristles from raking up and down her narrow arches. Pink was grimacing and grunting through her laughter as the hairbrush was dragged roughly over her slick arches. And Gwen was laughing without any reservations now. It was all just too much. She screamed and laughed as loudly as possible to try and relieve the hellish sensations holding her mind captive. But Simon never ceased brushing her poor feet, especially the pads below her sensitive soles.
When Simon finally offered them another chance to put a stop to the tickling, they all gave in instantly. One by one they looked up into the camera and repeated his lines.
Avril’s mascara was running down her face. She looked up and said, “I’m Avril Lavigne and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
Pink looked beyond irritated. Her bright pink hair was slightly sweaty. She seemed like she wasn’t going to say the line. But then Simon showed her the hairbrush and said, “Do I need to give your feet another round with the brush, sweetie.” Pink’s tough facial expression remained but she defeatedly shook her head no. She looked up at the camera and reluctantly admitted, “I’m Pink and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
Gwen’s lipstick and mascara was smeared. Her blonde hair had come loose somewhat from her ponytail and was hanging down along the sides of her face. She looked up with an exhausted look and said, “I’m Gwen Stefani and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
May 1, 2020
Interview with Gwen Stefani at her home
Los Angeles, California
The words echoed in Gwen’s memory as she heard herself saying them again and again. The teary-eyed star dabbed her eyes with a tissue and said, “I’m sorry, agents. That’s all I can tell you about that night. They left us in the room hogtied and later called to report that we were in there. And even after we were rescued, it was still awful seeing clips of ourselves circulating online and in the news media. Seeing ourselves say those stupid confessions. I’m sorry. This is just really difficult to talk about. I just never wanted to...you know...be one of THOSE women that were so utterly humiliated like that.”
Kelly: “It’s alright, thank you for opening up to us and giving us your time.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
also yay the foot worship is back!
