KITTLETOWN FOUR
by Max Speer
Chapter Five
Four on the Floor
Part Two
"What do you want from me?" Barbara asked as she huddled closely to Shelly. The three youths circled the frightened women as Tom stood in front and addressed them.
"Doc Greg told us to leave you alone cause you’re the wife of his friend but there’s been a lot of talk around town that you ladies have been a little too ballsy lately."
"What do you mean?" Shelly asked meekly. Laurie walked up to the frightened woman and slid a finger up and down the length of her bare arm. She cringed and wagged her arm back and forth as if she was trying to shoo off a fly. Laurie continued until she slid her finger up the underarm crevice on the back of her arm. Shelly jerked away and a laugh burst forth from her. It tickled more than she cared to admit to the four who stood around her like executioners.
"What we mean is how you took advantage of my brother, Jason."
The two women looked at each other, puzzled. "Who’s that?" Barbara asked, hoping that the boy made a mistake and they would leave now.
"Jason? He works at the pizza joint?"
Pizza Boy! So that’s how it was going to be; retribution for taking advantage of a young male in this town. It was forbidden to tickle a male against his wishes. Any male could tickle any woman, regardless of age, but for a woman to tickle a male, it was a punishable offense.
"Yeah, but he started it," Barbara said. "The very first day I got here, he attacked me right in my home. That’s illegal. Right?"
"Life sure sucks," Caroline said as she stood next to Barbara. Tom gave Caroline a gesture with his chin and she grabbed Barbara in a bear hug and dragged her over to the couch. Laura did the same, with no effort, to Shelly. As the women struggled, Tom and Bobby secured their arms tightly, out to the back of the couch. This was extremely easy using Gregory’s latest devices which were made to secure the wrists and ankles in a matter of seconds with a slight bit of pressure. The woman began to kick wildly as the four wrestled their legs and, using the same devices, snapped them securely atop the coffee table.
"Well, first thing," said Caroline. "These have GOT to go." And with that, using two fingers of her right hand, batted Shelly’s flip-flops right off of her bare feet, leaving them vulnerably exposed. Her toes wriggled wildly.
"Please don’t do this," Barbara pleaded, her body still feeling the devastating effects of the last Formula T injection. But, in a flash, her sandals were removed as well. Four pink soles wriggled in frightened anticipation atop the smooth surface of the coffee table.
Tom stood behind Barbara and bent down to whisper in her ear. "You know, when Doc Greg finds your daughter and her ticklish little friend, he is gonna give them a tickling they will never forget."
Barbara began to get enraged. "If he hurts her, I swear I will kill him!" She began to struggle wildly but to no avail.
"Aw, poor baby," Laura teased as she reached around and let her fingers begin to play in the sensitive hollows of Barbara’s exposed armpits. The effect was like a shot of electrical metal. The nerves were so touch-sensitive. Barbara’s eyes slammed shut and her head whipped back and forth as her mouth was left agape with not a sound coming from her. Shelly watched in absolute horror as her friend looked as if she’d been shot with a gun. Then the laughter came forth with such a fury. The combination of fingerplay on her ticklish underarms and the nerve ripping effects of the deadly formula devastated the poor woman. Her degree of ticklish was off the scales.
Bobby did the same to Shelly’s exposed armpits, inserting his fingers in and playing with the soft, ticklish skin. Shelly shrieked and laughed, pleading between breaths and laughs for him to stop, even for a second.
"Please, I can’t take it. Don’t tickle me." Words like this were punctuated with hysterical laughter as Shelly’s ticklish armpits were assaulted by a very skilled armpit tickler.
"He does the same to me," Laura said smiling right in Shelly’s face. Can’t lift my arms for a second without those fingers in here." Laura lifted her bare arm up and practically put her underarm in Shelly’s face. Shelly was laughing and wriggling too much to care but Bobby lifted one hand out of Shelly’s armpit and tickled Laura’s. Laura dropped her cool posture in that split second and giggled like a schoolgirl, jerking her arm down and twisting out of the way.
"Get her feet!" Tom ordered, fingers still wiggling and tickling, stroking and sliding, up and down Barbara’s unbelievably sensitive bare arms and devastatingly ticklish underarms.
"Yes Sir," Laura said, arm up and hand in a salute. She sat like a little kid on her butt, on the floor right in front of the four wriggling feet. The owners of the four bare feet were too far-gone to notice. They laughed with their eyes shut tightly and their heads whipping back and forth. They were lost in their begging for release and their need to keep taking breaths. Laura spread her legs out under the coffee table and had to modestly pat down the middle of her very short, pleated skirt lest everyone gets a view of her sitting there, pantyless.
"Let’s see," she said in a voice of mock seriousness. "Where to begin. Where to begin."
By then the boys stopped their tickling to see how the feet would measure up. No sense having Laura tickle the feet of these beautiful women while they were in the throes of agony getting their underarms tickled. After all, they wouldn’t know what effects that Laura was producing if they "mixed medias" as the boys called it.
Meanwhile, Barbara and Shelly were grateful to have the tickling under their arms stopped. It was torture. All the tickling sensations they could ever imagine centered under each of their arms. They sat there and tried to catch their breath. For a moment, they were relieved; that is, until they looked down at their feet.
"No no no!!!!" The two women protested. "Not there. Please!" They wriggle their feet and toes wildly as if that would help to keep Laura’s fingers off.
"Don’t do that," Caroline said as she sat next to Laura. "That only makes them look so cute that you wanna tickle them even more."
"Jason wanted us to Ragdoll you ladies," said Bobby. "But we wanted you all to ourselves. In fact, when we catch your daughter, we’re gonna have the whole town ragdoll her."
Barbara had heard about "Ragdolling" but she never actually saw it done. She had heard about it on the national news. She also knew that it was started right there in Kittletown by the Tickle Punks. It was just the kind of torture they would invent. They were not happy to simply tickle a woman. They had to take it to the extreme. Barbara’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of something warm on the bottoms of her bare feet.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she looked at Laura holding a device at her feet and then passing it to Caroline who did the same with Shelly.
"It’s another little toy we picked up at Tickle Central," Laura said. "Just a little pocket thingy that warms up your tickle nerves a little."
Shelly could only whimper and sigh and say, "Oh no!" That was the last sober words she spoke. The tickling came immediately after.
*******
"So I know that our lives are in danger," Jamie said to Big Sam who sat behind his desk.
"Where are you two girls staying?" he asked as he picked up his phone.
"In Pacific Beach," said Amy.
"Yeah we got a little room off Grand Avenue," Jamie said.
"Leave me your number and sit tight," Sam said. "I want to check with my reporter and find out what I can. I don’t know what to make of all this ‘world domination’ bull crap but I do know a few things. One, my girl is out in your town investigating activities that you have just affirmed. And two, that there are things going on in this world right now that I can’t explain. If you two girls are right about all this, we can be sitting on the story of the century."
Jamie and Amy giggled and slapped each other’s hands.
"Now get out of here," Sam said as he hit the speed dial on his phone. "Leave your number with my girl out there and go right home. I’ll call you."
The two teenagers ran out of Sam’s office and headed for the bus stop. They were giddy with excitement and held their hands together as they talked about the boldness of their meeting.
Just then, Amy felt a poke on either rib and she squealed and giggled and swung around. There was a boy, barely 15 that smiled as he walked away.
"Sign of the times," Jamie said.
"Yeah," replied Amy. "The whole freakin’ world is turning into Kittletown."
The bus pulled up and the two girls entered. They walked, very slowly down the aisle towards the back, very much aware of the fact that they were the only girls on board. There were eight other passengers. They were all Mexicans of varied ages. The men eyed the girls as they walked by. Jamie and Amy were very self-conscious and practically tiptoed to the back seat, before throwing themselves down, exhausted.
The bus bobbed and swayed as it rushed down the busy streets. The girls were talking and didn’t notice the one man who had walked up to them. He was staring at Amy’s belly button, revealed in her midriff top.
The girls started to giggle. "What are you looking at, you weirdo," Amy said giggling. He just stared, then started at Jamie’s belly button.
"Yeah, you freak!" Jamie said giggling. Suddenly, Amy noticed a growing lump in the front of the man’s pants and immediate grew frightened.
"Let’s get outa here, Jame…" was all she got out before the man reached down with both hands and started tickling the bare, exposed bellies of the two teenaged girls.
The girls exploded in giggles and twisted into two directions so they were out of reach of the man. However, they were both trapped behind the seats in front of them.
The laughing seemed to pique the interests of a few more men and they got up to see what all the fun was about. It was a party now with two little does that the hunters caught. They spoke to each other in Spanish but the girls knew one word in Spanish. That word was "tickle".
The men sat in the back seat and shimmied themselves along the back seat until they had trapped each girl against the inside of the bus. The girls pleaded and begged to be let go and shouted to the bus driver who repeatedly looked back at them in his rearview mirror but did not stop. In fact, he didn’t even stop for passengers but skidded own a side road.
"What do you want from us?" Jamie shouted. One young man laughed and said in broken English, "Just want to tickle you, little Chiquitas." He reached down and planted his fingers on Jamie’s delicate ribcage and tickled wildly. The girl screamed and began to laugh like crazy as his fingers simply dug deeper into her ticklish body. Another man held Amy down with one hand and swirled his fingers over her belly button. Amy laughed and giggled wildly as her extremely ticklish belly button was tickled unendingly.
Just then, a few others, who had begun to kneel on the seats in front of the girls, reached around and clawed at Jamie and Amy, happy to tickle whatever skin they came in contact with. A hand shot under Jamie’s bare arm and tickled her armpit and she screeched and pulled her arm against her body. Another hand found her belly button and tickled the sensitive flesh, while another hand felt the tight slope of her waist and tickled the delicate skin there. The poor girl was jerking back and forth like an agitating washer, and screaming in tickled laughter, begging them to stop.
Amy was now being held by another, her wrists gripped tightly and her arms pulled over her head. Others reached down and began to tickle her sensitive armpits and Amy squealed in torturous agony. Another gripped at the ticklish ridges of her ribcage and "shook her up".
The bus screeched to a halting stop and everyone stopped for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next. They men were relieved to find the bus driver, eager to get into the action now on his knees, undoing the buckles of Jamie’s sandals. She tried to kick but others held her knees and ankles. When the second sandals was removed, the bus driver devilishly scratched the bottoms of Jamie’s extremely sensitive soles. If you’ll remember, all Kittletown females received frequent pedicures and there was never a trace of callus on any of the Kittletown women’s feet. The driver was amazed at how smooth Jamie’s feet were and he encouraged the others to do the same to Amy and check out the smooth feet of these girls.
Protesting violently, but easily restrained, Amy soon lost both of her shoes and several hands competed for an inch of Amy’s highly ticklish soles. Amy screamed repeatedly, the ticklish sensations more than she could bear. She couldn’t remember the last time she was attacked so violently on her ticklish feet.
The upper body tickling was now abandoned for the feet and legs. Not only were Jamie’s bare soles tickled, but the tops of her feet (which proved unbearably ticklish) as well as the soft underside of her knees, the armpit of the leg. Men, lost in Formula Madness, tickled hypnotically, yet found little moments during the tickling to comment on how pleasant it was to feel their fingers on such soft skin and get such wonderful reactions form these beautiful American girls.
Jamie was gripping her seat and slamming her hands against the windows of the bus as she screamed and laughed hysterically. Her waist-length hair was whipping back and forth as many fingers found their stride on the ticklish skin of her bare feet and legs.
Amy was also frantically trying to climb out of their reach but to no avail. She was also hysterical in tickled laughter as the men laughed and commented on her as they tickled and tickled her extremely sensitive feet and legs.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door of the bus and everyone stopped and raced back to their seats. Jamie and Amy plopped down and lied on the back seats, panting. The bus driver walked to the front and opened the doors, speaking to someone outside. First he spoke in English, then Spanish.
Jamie and Amy sat up and grabbed for their shoes. They heard only one word out of the conversation; Rodriguez.
by Max Speer
Chapter Five
Four on the Floor
Part Two
"What do you want from me?" Barbara asked as she huddled closely to Shelly. The three youths circled the frightened women as Tom stood in front and addressed them.
"Doc Greg told us to leave you alone cause you’re the wife of his friend but there’s been a lot of talk around town that you ladies have been a little too ballsy lately."
"What do you mean?" Shelly asked meekly. Laurie walked up to the frightened woman and slid a finger up and down the length of her bare arm. She cringed and wagged her arm back and forth as if she was trying to shoo off a fly. Laurie continued until she slid her finger up the underarm crevice on the back of her arm. Shelly jerked away and a laugh burst forth from her. It tickled more than she cared to admit to the four who stood around her like executioners.
"What we mean is how you took advantage of my brother, Jason."
The two women looked at each other, puzzled. "Who’s that?" Barbara asked, hoping that the boy made a mistake and they would leave now.
"Jason? He works at the pizza joint?"
Pizza Boy! So that’s how it was going to be; retribution for taking advantage of a young male in this town. It was forbidden to tickle a male against his wishes. Any male could tickle any woman, regardless of age, but for a woman to tickle a male, it was a punishable offense.
"Yeah, but he started it," Barbara said. "The very first day I got here, he attacked me right in my home. That’s illegal. Right?"
"Life sure sucks," Caroline said as she stood next to Barbara. Tom gave Caroline a gesture with his chin and she grabbed Barbara in a bear hug and dragged her over to the couch. Laura did the same, with no effort, to Shelly. As the women struggled, Tom and Bobby secured their arms tightly, out to the back of the couch. This was extremely easy using Gregory’s latest devices which were made to secure the wrists and ankles in a matter of seconds with a slight bit of pressure. The woman began to kick wildly as the four wrestled their legs and, using the same devices, snapped them securely atop the coffee table.
"Well, first thing," said Caroline. "These have GOT to go." And with that, using two fingers of her right hand, batted Shelly’s flip-flops right off of her bare feet, leaving them vulnerably exposed. Her toes wriggled wildly.
"Please don’t do this," Barbara pleaded, her body still feeling the devastating effects of the last Formula T injection. But, in a flash, her sandals were removed as well. Four pink soles wriggled in frightened anticipation atop the smooth surface of the coffee table.
Tom stood behind Barbara and bent down to whisper in her ear. "You know, when Doc Greg finds your daughter and her ticklish little friend, he is gonna give them a tickling they will never forget."
Barbara began to get enraged. "If he hurts her, I swear I will kill him!" She began to struggle wildly but to no avail.
"Aw, poor baby," Laura teased as she reached around and let her fingers begin to play in the sensitive hollows of Barbara’s exposed armpits. The effect was like a shot of electrical metal. The nerves were so touch-sensitive. Barbara’s eyes slammed shut and her head whipped back and forth as her mouth was left agape with not a sound coming from her. Shelly watched in absolute horror as her friend looked as if she’d been shot with a gun. Then the laughter came forth with such a fury. The combination of fingerplay on her ticklish underarms and the nerve ripping effects of the deadly formula devastated the poor woman. Her degree of ticklish was off the scales.
Bobby did the same to Shelly’s exposed armpits, inserting his fingers in and playing with the soft, ticklish skin. Shelly shrieked and laughed, pleading between breaths and laughs for him to stop, even for a second.
"Please, I can’t take it. Don’t tickle me." Words like this were punctuated with hysterical laughter as Shelly’s ticklish armpits were assaulted by a very skilled armpit tickler.
"He does the same to me," Laura said smiling right in Shelly’s face. Can’t lift my arms for a second without those fingers in here." Laura lifted her bare arm up and practically put her underarm in Shelly’s face. Shelly was laughing and wriggling too much to care but Bobby lifted one hand out of Shelly’s armpit and tickled Laura’s. Laura dropped her cool posture in that split second and giggled like a schoolgirl, jerking her arm down and twisting out of the way.
"Get her feet!" Tom ordered, fingers still wiggling and tickling, stroking and sliding, up and down Barbara’s unbelievably sensitive bare arms and devastatingly ticklish underarms.
"Yes Sir," Laura said, arm up and hand in a salute. She sat like a little kid on her butt, on the floor right in front of the four wriggling feet. The owners of the four bare feet were too far-gone to notice. They laughed with their eyes shut tightly and their heads whipping back and forth. They were lost in their begging for release and their need to keep taking breaths. Laura spread her legs out under the coffee table and had to modestly pat down the middle of her very short, pleated skirt lest everyone gets a view of her sitting there, pantyless.
"Let’s see," she said in a voice of mock seriousness. "Where to begin. Where to begin."
By then the boys stopped their tickling to see how the feet would measure up. No sense having Laura tickle the feet of these beautiful women while they were in the throes of agony getting their underarms tickled. After all, they wouldn’t know what effects that Laura was producing if they "mixed medias" as the boys called it.
Meanwhile, Barbara and Shelly were grateful to have the tickling under their arms stopped. It was torture. All the tickling sensations they could ever imagine centered under each of their arms. They sat there and tried to catch their breath. For a moment, they were relieved; that is, until they looked down at their feet.
"No no no!!!!" The two women protested. "Not there. Please!" They wriggle their feet and toes wildly as if that would help to keep Laura’s fingers off.
"Don’t do that," Caroline said as she sat next to Laura. "That only makes them look so cute that you wanna tickle them even more."
"Jason wanted us to Ragdoll you ladies," said Bobby. "But we wanted you all to ourselves. In fact, when we catch your daughter, we’re gonna have the whole town ragdoll her."
Barbara had heard about "Ragdolling" but she never actually saw it done. She had heard about it on the national news. She also knew that it was started right there in Kittletown by the Tickle Punks. It was just the kind of torture they would invent. They were not happy to simply tickle a woman. They had to take it to the extreme. Barbara’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of something warm on the bottoms of her bare feet.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she looked at Laura holding a device at her feet and then passing it to Caroline who did the same with Shelly.
"It’s another little toy we picked up at Tickle Central," Laura said. "Just a little pocket thingy that warms up your tickle nerves a little."
Shelly could only whimper and sigh and say, "Oh no!" That was the last sober words she spoke. The tickling came immediately after.
*******
"So I know that our lives are in danger," Jamie said to Big Sam who sat behind his desk.
"Where are you two girls staying?" he asked as he picked up his phone.
"In Pacific Beach," said Amy.
"Yeah we got a little room off Grand Avenue," Jamie said.
"Leave me your number and sit tight," Sam said. "I want to check with my reporter and find out what I can. I don’t know what to make of all this ‘world domination’ bull crap but I do know a few things. One, my girl is out in your town investigating activities that you have just affirmed. And two, that there are things going on in this world right now that I can’t explain. If you two girls are right about all this, we can be sitting on the story of the century."
Jamie and Amy giggled and slapped each other’s hands.
"Now get out of here," Sam said as he hit the speed dial on his phone. "Leave your number with my girl out there and go right home. I’ll call you."
The two teenagers ran out of Sam’s office and headed for the bus stop. They were giddy with excitement and held their hands together as they talked about the boldness of their meeting.
Just then, Amy felt a poke on either rib and she squealed and giggled and swung around. There was a boy, barely 15 that smiled as he walked away.
"Sign of the times," Jamie said.
"Yeah," replied Amy. "The whole freakin’ world is turning into Kittletown."
The bus pulled up and the two girls entered. They walked, very slowly down the aisle towards the back, very much aware of the fact that they were the only girls on board. There were eight other passengers. They were all Mexicans of varied ages. The men eyed the girls as they walked by. Jamie and Amy were very self-conscious and practically tiptoed to the back seat, before throwing themselves down, exhausted.
The bus bobbed and swayed as it rushed down the busy streets. The girls were talking and didn’t notice the one man who had walked up to them. He was staring at Amy’s belly button, revealed in her midriff top.
The girls started to giggle. "What are you looking at, you weirdo," Amy said giggling. He just stared, then started at Jamie’s belly button.
"Yeah, you freak!" Jamie said giggling. Suddenly, Amy noticed a growing lump in the front of the man’s pants and immediate grew frightened.
"Let’s get outa here, Jame…" was all she got out before the man reached down with both hands and started tickling the bare, exposed bellies of the two teenaged girls.
The girls exploded in giggles and twisted into two directions so they were out of reach of the man. However, they were both trapped behind the seats in front of them.
The laughing seemed to pique the interests of a few more men and they got up to see what all the fun was about. It was a party now with two little does that the hunters caught. They spoke to each other in Spanish but the girls knew one word in Spanish. That word was "tickle".
The men sat in the back seat and shimmied themselves along the back seat until they had trapped each girl against the inside of the bus. The girls pleaded and begged to be let go and shouted to the bus driver who repeatedly looked back at them in his rearview mirror but did not stop. In fact, he didn’t even stop for passengers but skidded own a side road.
"What do you want from us?" Jamie shouted. One young man laughed and said in broken English, "Just want to tickle you, little Chiquitas." He reached down and planted his fingers on Jamie’s delicate ribcage and tickled wildly. The girl screamed and began to laugh like crazy as his fingers simply dug deeper into her ticklish body. Another man held Amy down with one hand and swirled his fingers over her belly button. Amy laughed and giggled wildly as her extremely ticklish belly button was tickled unendingly.
Just then, a few others, who had begun to kneel on the seats in front of the girls, reached around and clawed at Jamie and Amy, happy to tickle whatever skin they came in contact with. A hand shot under Jamie’s bare arm and tickled her armpit and she screeched and pulled her arm against her body. Another hand found her belly button and tickled the sensitive flesh, while another hand felt the tight slope of her waist and tickled the delicate skin there. The poor girl was jerking back and forth like an agitating washer, and screaming in tickled laughter, begging them to stop.
Amy was now being held by another, her wrists gripped tightly and her arms pulled over her head. Others reached down and began to tickle her sensitive armpits and Amy squealed in torturous agony. Another gripped at the ticklish ridges of her ribcage and "shook her up".
The bus screeched to a halting stop and everyone stopped for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next. They men were relieved to find the bus driver, eager to get into the action now on his knees, undoing the buckles of Jamie’s sandals. She tried to kick but others held her knees and ankles. When the second sandals was removed, the bus driver devilishly scratched the bottoms of Jamie’s extremely sensitive soles. If you’ll remember, all Kittletown females received frequent pedicures and there was never a trace of callus on any of the Kittletown women’s feet. The driver was amazed at how smooth Jamie’s feet were and he encouraged the others to do the same to Amy and check out the smooth feet of these girls.
Protesting violently, but easily restrained, Amy soon lost both of her shoes and several hands competed for an inch of Amy’s highly ticklish soles. Amy screamed repeatedly, the ticklish sensations more than she could bear. She couldn’t remember the last time she was attacked so violently on her ticklish feet.
The upper body tickling was now abandoned for the feet and legs. Not only were Jamie’s bare soles tickled, but the tops of her feet (which proved unbearably ticklish) as well as the soft underside of her knees, the armpit of the leg. Men, lost in Formula Madness, tickled hypnotically, yet found little moments during the tickling to comment on how pleasant it was to feel their fingers on such soft skin and get such wonderful reactions form these beautiful American girls.
Jamie was gripping her seat and slamming her hands against the windows of the bus as she screamed and laughed hysterically. Her waist-length hair was whipping back and forth as many fingers found their stride on the ticklish skin of her bare feet and legs.
Amy was also frantically trying to climb out of their reach but to no avail. She was also hysterical in tickled laughter as the men laughed and commented on her as they tickled and tickled her extremely sensitive feet and legs.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door of the bus and everyone stopped and raced back to their seats. Jamie and Amy plopped down and lied on the back seats, panting. The bus driver walked to the front and opened the doors, speaking to someone outside. First he spoke in English, then Spanish.
Jamie and Amy sat up and grabbed for their shoes. They heard only one word out of the conversation; Rodriguez.
