It had been a week since Bruce had had his disastrous match in this strange, underground, mystical tickle wrestling cult, or whatever it was.
The Champion, Becky, had used some kind of psychic ability to make him kneel in the middle of the ring, frozen still, unable to make a sound, and endure the worst tickle torture of his life. It had lasted for four hours with his feet, knees, stomach, sides, ribs, pits and neck, all being marvelously ticked at the same time, with him unable to make a sound.
During his week of recovery, Bruce decided to enlist the help of another junior member of the league, Sean. He had approached him and suggested that they challange her to a handicap match, the two of them vs her. They would both train, learning the ins and pits of rleachothers styles, strengths and weaknesses, and coordinate their attacks so flawlessly that it would confuse Becky's intuition and they would get the better of her.
Sean was skeptical at first. He knew what happened to people who challanged becky. But, what Bruce suggested made sense, and it would be a hell of a career move. And so he agreed, and the two of them trained and developed a synchronicity that was sure to overwhelm Becky's third eye.
When the match began, Becky once again reckoned haphazardly in her corner, but the guys stood ready with hunger and energy.
"Begin!" Yelled the ref.
The two guys began their synchronized movements as Becky lifted her emerald eyes and began to transfix upon Bruce, even as Sean circled around to her right. As she stated at Bruce, her eyes went from focused, to confused, to panicked! She realized, just as Sean grabbed her in a full Nelson, that she couldnt read or influence him, it was like trying to dominate two people at once.
"Aaah!" Becky bellowed as Sean took her to the ground. He laid on his back with becky on top of him in a full nelson, just as Bruce slid over to lay beside her and gently prod his fingers into her upper ribs and armpits on her left side.
"Gaaaaaaaah noooohoohohohohohohohoho!" Becky cried!.
Bruce slipped an arm around Becky's left and Sean adjusted so that he was holding her right arm, the two of them now laying on their sides facing Becky. With their free hands they simultaneously attacked belly, sides, ribs and pits. While Becky howled in a kind of disbelief, it had apparently been a long time since anyone had gotten the better of her.
"NO! PLEAHAHA OH YOU CAN'THAHAAH, NOT MY STOMAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! OH NO PLEASE! GAAAAH! PLEASE GUYS NOT MY PITS AHAAAHAHAHA!"
Both guys continued working over her upper body when Brice got the idea to shake things up. He reversed position so his head was at her feet and his legs held her arm, and began taking his fingers up and down her bare feet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEEEEEEEZ NOOOOOOO! PLEASE NOT ON MY FAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Brice gleefully worked over her feet while Sean leaped from hips to belly to sides to pits never giving her a change to get used to anything.
She was starting to really lose it and Bruce was in the mood to gloat over his payback. He looked her dead in the eyes and said "How does it feel to have all your worst spots tickled at the same time huh?"
He realized his mistake as she glared back at him, and his face went slack.
"Idunno hehehehehx you tell mehehehe.."
Brice stopped tickling, and started fighting an unrelenting urge to go lay down in the middle of the ring with his arms up.
He lurched up and down fighting it.
"Shit!" He cried. Noticing that Sean had stopped too!
"Aaaaaaah, dammit" cried sean. As the two guys got up and dutifully laid on their backs with their toes pointed toward the ceiling and their arms up.
Becky took a minute to recover, then she smirked and meandered around her helpless opponents, giggling at their predicament.
"You guys really thought you'd submit me before I adapted to your tactics? Sorry boys, I'm not like you, I can actually take it for more than five seconds before losing it"
At this she stopped next to Sean and casually poked her toes into his armpit and down his ribs.
"Aaahhhhhhh" he groaned, unable to lower his arms.
She continued her haphazard teasing of his upper body with her toes, letting out a yawn, even as he started blubbering.
The audience roared with laughter.
"Such a tough guy! Alright boys, I could have both of you begging for mercy, or I could make you be quiet while I torture all of your most unbearable spots, just like I did to bruce here!"
"No! No please don't I'll quit the league just please dont torture me all night again!"
At this the audience erupted in laughter once again.
Becky laughed her self.
"Did I just retire him? It's only your second match thought guy! But luckily for you I dont like to repeat my self."
As she spoke she strolled back to her corner and had a seat.
"You guys thought you had the master plan, why dont you put your strategies to use on each other, I'm tired of the weak competition."
Both guys let out a "Wha..." before, all of a sudden both felt absolutely compelled to wrap their legs around the others in a kind of figure 4.
Without any consent of his will, Sean began using his knowledge of his partner to calculate exactly where and how to tickle his feet, and Bruce did the same to Sean, and all of a sudden the audience was watching these two tag team partners battle it out in a tickle war that they did *not* agree to!
"STAAAAAAAPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
They both cried out at the same time. Bruce focusing on the middle of Sean's feet, knowing that that drove him crazy, and sean concentrating on the balls of Brice's and the bottoms of his toes. Both of them grunted and giggled in agony at the hands of their ally, not even knowing who to beg for mercy from. And so, after about fifteen seconds, Bruce tore his hands away and lifted them up in submission and bellowed "I submit! I submit!"
The crowd roared again. Sean continued raking his fingers up and down his partners feet as bruce really started begging!
"Please Sean I cant take anymore, you win! Please, my feet, I cant stand it!"
Becky was in tears laughing at this pathetic display.
"You can't submit to your own team mate you dummy!"
At this bruce panicked and started to thrash around, tapping out on his own tag team partners legs and feet, "I GIVE! Aaaaaaah! I GIVE! I'LL DO AHHAHANYTHING! AAAHAHAHHA! PLEASE PLEAAHAHAHHAHAH!
After a few minutes the poor guy wore him self out. He was reduced to draping his arms over his face in agony and blubbering in silent laughter while his "friend" scribbled his fingers all over his bare feet. Bruce couldnt see it, but Becky noticed a mischievous smile was developing on Sean's face at the sight of his partners ticklish agony that was causing with the slightest movement of his fingers along his feet. It was clear to everyone in attendance that Sean was really enjoying this.
Beck sauntered over to Bruce, knelt down and said in a patronizing voice
"What do you say tough guy? You wanna submit to your own tag team partner a third time?"
Bruce let out a creaking, hoarse, "I submiiit!"
"Okay" Becky replied, "I'll count you out"
"No! Please I cahahant takenhy mohohore"
"Tough" Replied becky, and she began a long, SLOW count from one to twenty! While Sean methodically tortured the most sensitive areas of his bare feet!
When it was over, Bruce was passed out from exhaustion! The audience cheered loudly, both for Becky but also for Sean!
Becky lifted what little control she even needed over him and said:
"Come over here, kiss my feet and beg forgiveness and not only will I not retaliate against your..." She looked at the prone, unconscious form of bruce, "Pathetic attempt at a rebellion, but I'll actually be your manager. I like your style kid."
Sean was taken aback! It was the oppertunity of a lifetime, and, he had really enjoyed dominating Bruce!
He promptly stood up and walked toward Becky, trampling bruce in the process as a sign of disrespect, he walked over his stomach, chest and face, making an unconscious Bruce let out a "ugh!".
Sean knelt before Becky and planted kisses up and down both of her feet begging forgiveness for his daring to stand up to her.
As she smiled, they both knew that she had a new apprentice.
To be continued:
What next? Does she make him further torture his former partner? A new match? Is Bruce done in the league? Lemme know what you think!
The Champion, Becky, had used some kind of psychic ability to make him kneel in the middle of the ring, frozen still, unable to make a sound, and endure the worst tickle torture of his life. It had lasted for four hours with his feet, knees, stomach, sides, ribs, pits and neck, all being marvelously ticked at the same time, with him unable to make a sound.
During his week of recovery, Bruce decided to enlist the help of another junior member of the league, Sean. He had approached him and suggested that they challange her to a handicap match, the two of them vs her. They would both train, learning the ins and pits of rleachothers styles, strengths and weaknesses, and coordinate their attacks so flawlessly that it would confuse Becky's intuition and they would get the better of her.
Sean was skeptical at first. He knew what happened to people who challanged becky. But, what Bruce suggested made sense, and it would be a hell of a career move. And so he agreed, and the two of them trained and developed a synchronicity that was sure to overwhelm Becky's third eye.
When the match began, Becky once again reckoned haphazardly in her corner, but the guys stood ready with hunger and energy.
"Begin!" Yelled the ref.
The two guys began their synchronized movements as Becky lifted her emerald eyes and began to transfix upon Bruce, even as Sean circled around to her right. As she stated at Bruce, her eyes went from focused, to confused, to panicked! She realized, just as Sean grabbed her in a full Nelson, that she couldnt read or influence him, it was like trying to dominate two people at once.
"Aaah!" Becky bellowed as Sean took her to the ground. He laid on his back with becky on top of him in a full nelson, just as Bruce slid over to lay beside her and gently prod his fingers into her upper ribs and armpits on her left side.
"Gaaaaaaaah noooohoohohohohohohohoho!" Becky cried!.
Bruce slipped an arm around Becky's left and Sean adjusted so that he was holding her right arm, the two of them now laying on their sides facing Becky. With their free hands they simultaneously attacked belly, sides, ribs and pits. While Becky howled in a kind of disbelief, it had apparently been a long time since anyone had gotten the better of her.
"NO! PLEAHAHA OH YOU CAN'THAHAAH, NOT MY STOMAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! OH NO PLEASE! GAAAAH! PLEASE GUYS NOT MY PITS AHAAAHAHAHA!"
Both guys continued working over her upper body when Brice got the idea to shake things up. He reversed position so his head was at her feet and his legs held her arm, and began taking his fingers up and down her bare feet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEEEEEEEZ NOOOOOOO! PLEASE NOT ON MY FAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Brice gleefully worked over her feet while Sean leaped from hips to belly to sides to pits never giving her a change to get used to anything.
She was starting to really lose it and Bruce was in the mood to gloat over his payback. He looked her dead in the eyes and said "How does it feel to have all your worst spots tickled at the same time huh?"
He realized his mistake as she glared back at him, and his face went slack.
"Idunno hehehehehx you tell mehehehe.."
Brice stopped tickling, and started fighting an unrelenting urge to go lay down in the middle of the ring with his arms up.
He lurched up and down fighting it.
"Shit!" He cried. Noticing that Sean had stopped too!
"Aaaaaaah, dammit" cried sean. As the two guys got up and dutifully laid on their backs with their toes pointed toward the ceiling and their arms up.
Becky took a minute to recover, then she smirked and meandered around her helpless opponents, giggling at their predicament.
"You guys really thought you'd submit me before I adapted to your tactics? Sorry boys, I'm not like you, I can actually take it for more than five seconds before losing it"
At this she stopped next to Sean and casually poked her toes into his armpit and down his ribs.
"Aaahhhhhhh" he groaned, unable to lower his arms.
She continued her haphazard teasing of his upper body with her toes, letting out a yawn, even as he started blubbering.
The audience roared with laughter.
"Such a tough guy! Alright boys, I could have both of you begging for mercy, or I could make you be quiet while I torture all of your most unbearable spots, just like I did to bruce here!"
"No! No please don't I'll quit the league just please dont torture me all night again!"
At this the audience erupted in laughter once again.
Becky laughed her self.
"Did I just retire him? It's only your second match thought guy! But luckily for you I dont like to repeat my self."
As she spoke she strolled back to her corner and had a seat.
"You guys thought you had the master plan, why dont you put your strategies to use on each other, I'm tired of the weak competition."
Both guys let out a "Wha..." before, all of a sudden both felt absolutely compelled to wrap their legs around the others in a kind of figure 4.
Without any consent of his will, Sean began using his knowledge of his partner to calculate exactly where and how to tickle his feet, and Bruce did the same to Sean, and all of a sudden the audience was watching these two tag team partners battle it out in a tickle war that they did *not* agree to!
"STAAAAAAAPAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
They both cried out at the same time. Bruce focusing on the middle of Sean's feet, knowing that that drove him crazy, and sean concentrating on the balls of Brice's and the bottoms of his toes. Both of them grunted and giggled in agony at the hands of their ally, not even knowing who to beg for mercy from. And so, after about fifteen seconds, Bruce tore his hands away and lifted them up in submission and bellowed "I submit! I submit!"
The crowd roared again. Sean continued raking his fingers up and down his partners feet as bruce really started begging!
"Please Sean I cant take anymore, you win! Please, my feet, I cant stand it!"
Becky was in tears laughing at this pathetic display.
"You can't submit to your own team mate you dummy!"
At this bruce panicked and started to thrash around, tapping out on his own tag team partners legs and feet, "I GIVE! Aaaaaaah! I GIVE! I'LL DO AHHAHANYTHING! AAAHAHAHHA! PLEASE PLEAAHAHAHHAHAH!
After a few minutes the poor guy wore him self out. He was reduced to draping his arms over his face in agony and blubbering in silent laughter while his "friend" scribbled his fingers all over his bare feet. Bruce couldnt see it, but Becky noticed a mischievous smile was developing on Sean's face at the sight of his partners ticklish agony that was causing with the slightest movement of his fingers along his feet. It was clear to everyone in attendance that Sean was really enjoying this.
Beck sauntered over to Bruce, knelt down and said in a patronizing voice
"What do you say tough guy? You wanna submit to your own tag team partner a third time?"
Bruce let out a creaking, hoarse, "I submiiit!"
"Okay" Becky replied, "I'll count you out"
"No! Please I cahahant takenhy mohohore"
"Tough" Replied becky, and she began a long, SLOW count from one to twenty! While Sean methodically tortured the most sensitive areas of his bare feet!
When it was over, Bruce was passed out from exhaustion! The audience cheered loudly, both for Becky but also for Sean!
Becky lifted what little control she even needed over him and said:
"Come over here, kiss my feet and beg forgiveness and not only will I not retaliate against your..." She looked at the prone, unconscious form of bruce, "Pathetic attempt at a rebellion, but I'll actually be your manager. I like your style kid."
Sean was taken aback! It was the oppertunity of a lifetime, and, he had really enjoyed dominating Bruce!
He promptly stood up and walked toward Becky, trampling bruce in the process as a sign of disrespect, he walked over his stomach, chest and face, making an unconscious Bruce let out a "ugh!".
Sean knelt before Becky and planted kisses up and down both of her feet begging forgiveness for his daring to stand up to her.
As she smiled, they both knew that she had a new apprentice.
To be continued:
What next? Does she make him further torture his former partner? A new match? Is Bruce done in the league? Lemme know what you think!
