Kittletown
by Max Speer
CHAPTER SIX
Part Four
Jamie and Amy walked around the to the back alley. They searched the darkness for an open window. Then Amy had a brilliant idea.
"Jamie," she said. "Why don't we try the front door?"
The girls circled back to the front and tried the massive glass door. It was open. They quickly and silently negotiated a tight corner and hid behind an empty desk. Their hearts beat wildly as the sound of footsteps approached.
"I'm scared," Jamie said. "This isn't fun anymore."
"Shh!" Amy whispered. "They'll hear you."
The sound of a second set of footsteps walked toward the direction of the first. The girls heard a greeting.
"Sylvia," the female voice said. "There's a party upstairs so leave the door open. The meeting is starting in a few minutes. The girls can go home. Dr. Gregory doesn't need them.
"Okay," came the reply, and then the footsteps broke off into different directions. The girls heard them disappear around a corner.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this secret agent stuff," Jamie said. "I don't have the stomach for it."
"Will you relax?!" Amy said as they rose hesitantly. "Now where would Dr. Gregory's files be."
"Probably in his office," Jamie said. "But it sounds like he's here so I don't think he'll appreciate it if we storm into his office and start going through his files."
"Didn't you hear?" Amy said confidently. "He's at a meeting. He's not going to have a meeting in his office. I know that there's a meeting room somewhere in this big building. It's probably on another floor."
Jamie wasn't convinced but she suggested that they read the directory over by the elevators and see.
"Brilliant," Amy said as they ran quietly towards the elevators.
The girls had no trouble finding Dr. Gregory's listing. It was on the first floor so they moved like felines to office 183.
The office appeared to be empty as Amy, in the lead, opened the door easily and peeked in. The lights were off. The girls entered, shaking, trying to control their fear.
"Watch this," Amy said searching through her hip sack. A few seconds later she produced a pen flashlight.
"A good spy is always prepared, heh Amy?" Jamie whispered. Amy nodded and Jamie couldn't help but admire this new friend of hers. But another strange feeling took hold like a shiver. She was attracted to Amy. She looked at Amy's slender, shapely body in her tight, black undershirt and thought what it would be like to climb on top of her in bed and hold her bare arms down over the pillow, tickling her soft underarms and feeling the quaking of Amy's laughter under her body. The fantasy disappeared like a bubble with the sudden flash of light.
Amy illuminated the walls and furniture in the office. It was a very plush office filled with large paintings on the wall of women being tickled by feathers. There was a small bottle of a cologne that Jamie had never seen before. The photo featured a woman being held down and tickled. The label read: Tickler Brand COMPULSION No Woman Can Resist!
After a short while, the flashlight found a filing cabinet and the girls smiled at each other.
Carefully, Jamie opened the file drawers while Amy shown the light down into them. The girls looked through a vast array of titles until they found one simply labeled Formula 393.
Hands sweating from nerves and excitement, Jamie pulled the file and laid it on a desk. Most of what they read was impossible to understand. It was filled with equations and formulas. But further down the page there was a commentary by another doctor. The girls read with mouths agape as this doctor explained how the formula can affect the nervous system to the extent that it can actually make people more ticklish. In fact, it stated, non-ticklish people could become ticklish by the administration of Formula 393.
The girls looked at each other occasionally as they read. The page went on to say that this Formula seemed to show a significant change in the men that ingested it experimentally. When visually exposed to a female that had also ingested this drug the sexual response increased. In fact, not only had the women showed an increased sensitivity to tickling, but the men showed an increased desire to tickle these women. The commentary went on to say that some women also became sexually excited by the sight of other women being tickled.
"This is incredible," Said Amy. "We have to tell people."
"Read on," Jamie said, refusing to believe that her newfound feelings for Amy were drug-induced. "The best is in the next paragraph."
The text explained a plan to add a small amount to the town's water supply. There was no confirmation as to whether it was actually done. However, there was a date written on the bottom of the page in pen, as if the date had been added later.
"This is all the proof we need," Amy said.
"Who do we tell?" Asked Jamie. "What'll we do with this?"
"What do WE do? We do nothing!" Came a sudden voice from a shadow at the door.
The girls shrieked and Amy's pen flashlight dropped from her mouth to the floor as the shaking girls saw several figures approach.
***
Jim held the remote firmly in hand and pushed the button marked POWER. He laughed to himself. That's exactly what he felt at that very moment, Power.
Grace bit her lip. Her sexy, coyness had disappeared as she prepared herself for the experience. It was her first.
Jim looked down at the remote and saw several settings. He touched the button marked FEET.
The effect was devastating! The first thing he experienced was the sound of hysterical laughter that appeared out of nowhere. The next and more significant thing he experienced was an incredible feeling between his legs. He pushed up the intensity control and Grace laughed harder. When she did this his feelings grew more intense. He began to understand that the sensations stimulating him were directly linked to the intensity of her laughter. Jim knew that he was going to enjoy this immensely since he had a personal interest in the effects that he caused in Grace.
Grace was laughing and trying to twist. The probes moved up and down the soles of her feet on little belts while the probes themselves rotated. Her toes wriggled excitedly and she tried to pull them down over the balls of her feet to protect them. This was not accomplished, however, since Gregory's design made this simple instinctive act impossible to perform. The probes tickled the balls of her feet while a belt of light feathers slid between each toe.
The poor woman was laughing so hard that no sound was coming out so Jim eased up on the intensity. Then he let it stop altogether. The sensations between his legs also ceased although he felt the natural slower waning of feeling coming from his testicles.
"OH !! OH !! THANK YOU!" Grace shouted as she panted, her round breasts heaving in and out.
The crowd began to applaud as if they had just watched the first act of a play. Jim looked around, sensations still tingling, and saw that some people had begun to kiss and a few women, including Debbie, was being probed in the ribs and tickled on the bare midriff. The resulting giggles egged Jim to continue.
Let's see, Jim thought as his fingers hovered over the controls. The crowd seemed to enjoy this and everyone shouted their own tickling preferences to him. Jim tried out the MIDRIFF button.
Instantly, before Jim had a chance to look up and see what the probes were doing, he felt a surge of stimulation down under and the lovely sound of Grace's giggles filling him. Looking up, he saw the probes, like tiny fingers moving along her tender ribcage like some huge caterpillar crawling up a branch. She tried to negotiate her body out of the way of the probes but they followed her skillfully. Select probes tapped her belly while others rotated in and out of her belly button.
Grace threw her head back and forth and shouted obscenities between giggles. "STOP ITTTT!!!! YOU SON OF A @#%$!!!! HAHAHAHA!!! I C-CAN'T T-TAKE ITTT ANYMOOOORE!!!!! JIMMM !!!!!! TEE-HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE !!!! OOOH @#%$!!!!!! @#%$! AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA!!!! NO NO NOOOO !!!!!"
The crowd chimed in with a chorus of "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE" or "KOOTCHY KOOTCHY KOOO". Jim was close to orgasm from a mixture of the strong sensations caused by her laughing, the natural excitement he gets from seeing a beautiful woman tickled and hearing her laughter, and the sounds of the crowd saying "tickle" over and over again. He opted to cut off the tickling and take a rest.
"Did you do it, Jim?" Mark said.
"Yeah, did it feel good?" Debbie injected, tenderly.
"Just taking a break," Jim said.
"Awww @#%$!" Grace shouted. "You mean there's gonna be more???" The crowd laughed and hooted. Then they started in on a chorus of "ARM-PITS ARM-PITS ARM PITS...".
"No no NOOOO! Not there!!!!" Grace protested. "Anywhere but there!!! Jim. Jim sweety. Honey. Darling. I'll do ANYTHING. You want me to go down on you everyday for a year? I'll do it. But not my underarms. Please???!!!! Do my feet again. Alright, maybe not my feet but....oh God I'll do ANYTHING!!!"
Jim wouldn't hear it. The crowd continued their chanting.
Finally, Jim put his finger on the ARMPITS button only this time, looked up to see her initial response. Looking at Grace's pretty face, Jim pressed the button.
In a flash, Jim saw the probes under her soft bare arms begin to move like tiny feathered fingers. Grace screamed and laughed as they stroked and wisped under her smooth arms. The probes moved up and down her innerarms, tickling all the way. One set in her armpits simply circled. Others felt and tickled the soft undersides of her bare arms, while others circled the soft shoulders.
Jim marveled at the detail that Dr. Gregory put into this machine, especially this particular area.
The crowd started to chime in with Grace's hysterical laughter. Someone put a CD in the changer and a particularly quick violin piece called Perpetual Motion filled the room. Along with the tickling violin strands and Grace's beautiful giggling, the crowd started to chant their own musical, "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!" to add to the excitement. But no one felt the excitement more than Jim. From Grace's first burst of hysterics when the tiny probes began tickling her highly sensitive armpits and arms, Jim felt the intensity of the sensations filling him from the groin and up.
"TEE HEE HEE HEE !!! TEE HEE HEE HEE !!! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!! JIM !!! JIM !!! STOP IT HAHAHAHA!!!! PLEASE !!!! PLEASE STOPPP!!!! HEE HEE !!!!!
The crowd surrounded the poor girl as she twisted and writhed and tugged at her bonds to no avail. They intensified their "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE" chorus as the violin screamed like a sawblade ripping through the ether. Jim threw his head back and moaned as he heard the "TICKLE TICKLE" mixed with Grace's squealing. There was no way that he could describe the exquisiteness of where he was at that moment. The sensations took hold and traveled the pathway towards release.
With a scream that made everyone stop for a moment, Jim released, and with the release came the automatic shut-off device.
Grace stopped laughing, the sensations stopped and the crowd cheered wildly.
"Congratulations, Jim ol' buddy," Mark said, still holding on to Debbie. "You're now a true member of the team!" Debbie kissed his cheek.
Jim had his eyes closed, part from ecstasy, part from the embarrassment of having all those people around. He simply raised his hand and gave the thumbs up signal.
"Do you think somebody could get me out of this @#%$ thing before he wakes up and wants round two?" Grace said with a sarcastic smile.
***
A light switched on in Dr. Gregory's office.
"What do we have here?" asked a tall man with graying temples.
"I-I g-guess w-we're in the wrong office," stuttered Amy.
"I guess you're right!" shouted a man behind the tall man. Dr, Gregory put a hand up to stop the angry man from advancing towards the girls. The man stopped and Dr. Gregory walked slowly, ominously toward the file that was open to a most incriminating page.
"Well well well," he said as he took the file from the shaking girls. "Looks like you two girls have been into my things."
"Please sir," Jamie stammered. "We didn't see anything. Really. I promise. I swear!"
"Do you know what we do to spies around here?" Gregory said calmly. The girls were shaking, perhaps more by his slow, methodical oration. "We take them to the police. Do you know what the police do to girls like you? They tickle-torture them for days, perhaps weeks. You girls could go to jail and never see the daylight again. You would be the private tickle slaves for our men in blue. Would you like that?"
Amy and Jamie were sobbing and their knees were audibly knocking together. They shook their heads frantically. Jamie was about to cry out loud when Dr. Gregory smiled. It had a calming, yet eerie look to it. It was almost sardonic.
"Now I can tell that you two are not spies. Look at them Claude. Do they look like spies to you?" Claude shook his head and smiled.
"They look like two pretty girls to me."
"Yes," Dr. Gregory echoed. "Two pretty girls." Amy and Jamie began to relax. Perhaps they would be let go, she thought. Then Gregory added, "Two ticklish, pretty girls." The girls' hearts began to pound again. "You are ticklish aren't you?" The girls looked at him, frightened. "Yes. Two very ticklish girls I bet. And look how cute they're dressed. Two ticklish, little spies."
Gregory started to circle around them and breathe down their necks. The girls' shoulders immediately hunched up. They were shaking in fear.
"Yes," he added. "Very very ticklish girls."
Staring straight ahead, the doctor examined them from behind as they shivered and shook. He lifted his hand and gently poked and prodded Amy's sensitive lower ribs. She immediately jerked around and giggled. Then he took both hands and gently ran his fingers up Jamie's sides towards her underarms. Jamie shrieked and twisted, giggling.
"Put your hands on top of your heads!" He demanded. They immediately obeyed. Then he smiled to Claude who stared at the two beauties, lustfully. The doctor spread his long arms out so that his fingers were posed by Amy's right armpit and Jamie's left armpit. He tickled their sensitive, smooth skin.
Instantly, the girls jerked away and dropped to the floor, giggling and rubbing their tickled armpits.
Dr. Gregory was pleased. "Claude, escort these young ladies to my back office."
"Yes sir," Claude said as he helped the two up off the ground.
"You girls are very fortunate that I feel generous today. You are going to help me in my newest discoveries. I promise to have you back in home tonight by bedtime. But until then, you're mine.
***
"Oh no," Pam said to Barbara. "They're coming over to us.
"Just smile," Barbara said.
"I could tell them that we're married women," Pam said quickly.
"It won't work in this town."
"Hi ladies," one of the young men said. Barbara quickly assessed that they were in their mid twenties. "Can we sit down?"
Before the women could answer they were sitting on either side of the two.
"My name is Steve," said the other, extending his hand to Barbara. She took his hand and shook it. Barbara noticed that when she did, Steve raised his hand a little higher causing Barbara to have to reach a little higher to grab his hand. When she did this, she saw that he was staring at her underarm. Barbara's mind reeled at the methods Kittletonians use to cop-a-glance.
The first man extended his hand to Pam. "My name is Rex. I'm a great tickler. That's why everyone calls me 'T' Rex." The man chuckled and Pam giggled as she turned to Barbara. Barbara knew that the giggles were for the absurdity of this guy.
"Well, T Rex," Pam said formally. "Thanks for the drinks."
Rex wasn't listening. He was staring at Pam's unbelievable body, squeezed into that amazingly sexy dress. Pam caught on immediately and put her 'torture every guy in Kittletown' plan to work. She turned to him and put her right hand behind her head, giving Rex a very close, clear view of her smooth, hairless underarm, saying, "You like my dress, Rex?"
Instantly, his pants grew tight and his mouth turned dry. The view was such a shock that he began to feel light-headed. Even Steve looked around at the view and his mouth dropped.
Barbara giggled and took a sip from her drink.
Rex began to gain some control and started to raise his hand to tickle Pam. As soon as his hand reached up, Pam dropped her arm, turned and began to sip her drink like a school girl. The two women's eyes met and a little giggle was stifled.
Steve was not as light-headed and he stared down at Barbara's shapely body in her identical spandex dress. He noticed the graceful shape of her shoulder as her arm was pressed against her side as she drank. He noticed the inch-long crack where her arm meets her body. He knew this, in his past tickling, to be a very sensitive part of a woman.
He lifted his finger up and gently painted a line right up that crack towards her shoulder.
"Eeeek," Barbara squealed as she pulled her shoulder towards her and away from the probing finger.
"You're very ticklish, aren't you?" Steve, seductively whispered in her ear as he took up his gentle tickling of that crack.
Barbara was giggling and trying to think of a nice way to answer that without leading him on. All that would come out as the giggles turned to laughter was, "Yes!!!"
Steve was moving in fast. He reached his left hand around to her left side and gently felt her delicate ribs with a quick grab. Barbara shrieked and her head fell backward as she giggled.
"Barb!" Pam said, mockingly. "Get a grip on yourself!"
"Can't !!!!" Barbara giggled. "He already has one on meeee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!!!!!"
Rex began to try Steve's technique of tickling Pam's little crack. Pam felt the tickling sensation and, instantly turned to Rex and said in a very serious tone, "Don't do that!!! I am VERY ticklish!" Then she whipped around and began to sip her drink again.
The poor guy was beside himself. He didn't know what to make of this tease. Was she from out of town? Did she know where she was? Was she serious?
"I'm tired," Pam said as she raised both of her shapely, bare arms up into the air and arched her back. The vision was captivating and it had a devastating effect on Rex who was frozen.
By this point, he was about to lose his cookies. He reached up with both hands to tickle the smooth underarms on this sexy woman, but just as he was to touch her, she lowered her arms quickly and hugged herself.
Without missing a beat, Pam swiveled to him and said, "Maybe I should just go home."
If there was a wall nearby, Rex would've banged his head against it. Pam rose and pulled the very short hemline down her legs a bit. Barbara stood also as did Steve.
"You dancing too?" Barbara asked as Steve took her hand and began to lead her out to the dance floor.
"What???" Pam said, aghast. Her plan had backfired. She was ready to leave with Barbara and go and tease some other guys. But here was Barbara keeping her there with this T Rex who was about to rape her because of the way she intentionally teased him.
"Dance?" Rex said delighted. "Of course we will." Before she could think twice, Pam's hand was grabbed and she was lead out onto the dance floor.
"This is a special dance, guys and ladies," The temptress said from the bandstand. "Ready for the suspension dance?"
"Yes!!!" everyone shouted.
A puff of smoke came up from chambers on the floor. Brightly colored confetti dropped from the ceiling and long chains followed behind. The chains locked down with a thump and the crowd screamed.
"What's going on here?" Both Pam and Barbara said as their partners grabbed their wrists and attached them to cuffs on the ends of the chains. It all happened so fast that the women were caught off guard.
"What's this for?" Pam asked holding up her hands with cuffs attached.
"You'll see," Rex shouted above the din.
"Ready?" The temptress shouted.
"Ready!" The crowd echoed. "One! Two! Three!!!!!!"
The music started with a bang and more smoke rose. As it did, the chains were slowly pulled up. Dozens of bare arms slowly raised up into the air and the beautiful sight of bare armpits prevailed. The crowd was screaming.
Pam and Barbara were side by side and began to twist and fight as their arms were slowly raised. Rex and Steve laughed and hooted.
"This isn't funny!" Pam protested. "Let me down."
"It ain't funny," said Rex. "But you'll soon be laughin'!"
The temptress started her wild dance as she screamed "Tickle Time!!!!" All the partners began to tickle their dates while the gorgeous vamp sang:
The time has come to tickle tickle tickle
The hour is ripe to tickle tickle tickle
The boys are out tonight
The girls will start to wriggle
It's really quite a sight
So tickle tickle tickle.
Pam had a look of horror as Rex walked to her, wiggling his fingers in the air.
He sang along the tickle tickle tickle lines as his fingers touched the soft skin of Pam's wrists. Then he tickled his way down her long, bare arms towards her highly ticklish underarms.
"I'll get you for teasing me. Tickle tickle tickle."
"No NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Pam said an burst into a torrent of giggles as she writhed and arched her back, reaching her hand up to try and detach the cuff from her other hand.
It's really quite a sight
So tickle tickle tickle.
Rex reached her smooth underarms and tickled furiously overcome in sexual excitement.
Pam laughed hysterically and tried to twist out of range. She was in a panic just seeing this sex-crazed guy's face so close to her with ten fingers wriggling that looked like they were each a foot long. But the one thing she couldn't understand was how ticklish she was. She was absolutely a mess. She screamed and squealed but the tickling sensations only increased rather than decreased.
"Hahahahahaha P-Pleasessssss!!!! Hee hee hee hee S-s-s-stop t-t-t-tickling Meeee hee hee hee hee hee!!!!!!"
Barbara was in no better shape. Steve was lustfully ticklish her underarms. Barbara was screaming and giggling at the top of her lungs. She had never, ever felt so ticklish. She heard the crowd shouting and singing and the lyrics of the song even made her feel more ticklish.
Steve dropped his hands and grabbed her ribs. Barbara's ribs were tiny little ticklish time bombs exploding sensations all through her. She couldn't take it. She stared at Steve's face. He appeared to be drugged. He also seemed to be having orgasms as his fingers tickled like she had never been tickled before.
"You got quite a girl," Pam heard from behind her. "Mind if I try?"
"Go ahead. Join in!"
Pam screamed as she felt another set of fingers grabbing her ribs from behind. She was absolutely hysterical and couldn't do anything about. it. Fingers crawled around her sides to her belly which felt the intense ticklish probing. Then they began to crawl up her sides quickly.
"Please!!!!!" She pleaded. "not my hee hee hee not my underarms hee hee hee hee Pleasessss!!!!!"
Frantically, desperately, Pam twisted and jerked. Her long hair whipped back and forth as she threw her head, mouth open, eyes closed, in hysterical laughter.
Meanwhile, Barbara was also in the grip of helpless giggles as Steve stood very close to her, all ten fingers on her smooth, hairless armpits, tickling the poor woman helplessly. He furthered the torture by whispering softly in her ear, "Does that tickle? Aw, poor little girl. You are just a little girl aren't you. I see your wedding ring. You probably have a few kids. What would they do if they saw their mother giggling like a little girl. Does this tickle? Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Oh, you're ticklish! Does it tickle here?"
Barbara giggled and twisted, helplessly. She was amazed how the tickling sensations never ceased, but increased.
Suddenly, the music ended and the chains lowered. Rex's fingers were still on Pam's highly sensitive underarms and she continued to giggle and twist, this time with more room to move. She twisted away from his devilish tickling and fell to the floor.
A few people around her saw this and laughed. She looked up and noticed dozens of women being let go from their chains. Only then did she realize that other women were tickled the same as her. Then she remembered Barbara.
"Barbara!" she shouted as she whipped her head behind her.
"Pamela!" came her sister's answer. All they could do is look at each other and laugh. "Looks like your plan to tease backfired."
"Let's get out of here," Pam said.
"You got it!"
by Max Speer
CHAPTER SIX
Part Four
Jamie and Amy walked around the to the back alley. They searched the darkness for an open window. Then Amy had a brilliant idea.
"Jamie," she said. "Why don't we try the front door?"
The girls circled back to the front and tried the massive glass door. It was open. They quickly and silently negotiated a tight corner and hid behind an empty desk. Their hearts beat wildly as the sound of footsteps approached.
"I'm scared," Jamie said. "This isn't fun anymore."
"Shh!" Amy whispered. "They'll hear you."
The sound of a second set of footsteps walked toward the direction of the first. The girls heard a greeting.
"Sylvia," the female voice said. "There's a party upstairs so leave the door open. The meeting is starting in a few minutes. The girls can go home. Dr. Gregory doesn't need them.
"Okay," came the reply, and then the footsteps broke off into different directions. The girls heard them disappear around a corner.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this secret agent stuff," Jamie said. "I don't have the stomach for it."
"Will you relax?!" Amy said as they rose hesitantly. "Now where would Dr. Gregory's files be."
"Probably in his office," Jamie said. "But it sounds like he's here so I don't think he'll appreciate it if we storm into his office and start going through his files."
"Didn't you hear?" Amy said confidently. "He's at a meeting. He's not going to have a meeting in his office. I know that there's a meeting room somewhere in this big building. It's probably on another floor."
Jamie wasn't convinced but she suggested that they read the directory over by the elevators and see.
"Brilliant," Amy said as they ran quietly towards the elevators.
The girls had no trouble finding Dr. Gregory's listing. It was on the first floor so they moved like felines to office 183.
The office appeared to be empty as Amy, in the lead, opened the door easily and peeked in. The lights were off. The girls entered, shaking, trying to control their fear.
"Watch this," Amy said searching through her hip sack. A few seconds later she produced a pen flashlight.
"A good spy is always prepared, heh Amy?" Jamie whispered. Amy nodded and Jamie couldn't help but admire this new friend of hers. But another strange feeling took hold like a shiver. She was attracted to Amy. She looked at Amy's slender, shapely body in her tight, black undershirt and thought what it would be like to climb on top of her in bed and hold her bare arms down over the pillow, tickling her soft underarms and feeling the quaking of Amy's laughter under her body. The fantasy disappeared like a bubble with the sudden flash of light.
Amy illuminated the walls and furniture in the office. It was a very plush office filled with large paintings on the wall of women being tickled by feathers. There was a small bottle of a cologne that Jamie had never seen before. The photo featured a woman being held down and tickled. The label read: Tickler Brand COMPULSION No Woman Can Resist!
After a short while, the flashlight found a filing cabinet and the girls smiled at each other.
Carefully, Jamie opened the file drawers while Amy shown the light down into them. The girls looked through a vast array of titles until they found one simply labeled Formula 393.
Hands sweating from nerves and excitement, Jamie pulled the file and laid it on a desk. Most of what they read was impossible to understand. It was filled with equations and formulas. But further down the page there was a commentary by another doctor. The girls read with mouths agape as this doctor explained how the formula can affect the nervous system to the extent that it can actually make people more ticklish. In fact, it stated, non-ticklish people could become ticklish by the administration of Formula 393.
The girls looked at each other occasionally as they read. The page went on to say that this Formula seemed to show a significant change in the men that ingested it experimentally. When visually exposed to a female that had also ingested this drug the sexual response increased. In fact, not only had the women showed an increased sensitivity to tickling, but the men showed an increased desire to tickle these women. The commentary went on to say that some women also became sexually excited by the sight of other women being tickled.
"This is incredible," Said Amy. "We have to tell people."
"Read on," Jamie said, refusing to believe that her newfound feelings for Amy were drug-induced. "The best is in the next paragraph."
The text explained a plan to add a small amount to the town's water supply. There was no confirmation as to whether it was actually done. However, there was a date written on the bottom of the page in pen, as if the date had been added later.
"This is all the proof we need," Amy said.
"Who do we tell?" Asked Jamie. "What'll we do with this?"
"What do WE do? We do nothing!" Came a sudden voice from a shadow at the door.
The girls shrieked and Amy's pen flashlight dropped from her mouth to the floor as the shaking girls saw several figures approach.
***
Jim held the remote firmly in hand and pushed the button marked POWER. He laughed to himself. That's exactly what he felt at that very moment, Power.
Grace bit her lip. Her sexy, coyness had disappeared as she prepared herself for the experience. It was her first.
Jim looked down at the remote and saw several settings. He touched the button marked FEET.
The effect was devastating! The first thing he experienced was the sound of hysterical laughter that appeared out of nowhere. The next and more significant thing he experienced was an incredible feeling between his legs. He pushed up the intensity control and Grace laughed harder. When she did this his feelings grew more intense. He began to understand that the sensations stimulating him were directly linked to the intensity of her laughter. Jim knew that he was going to enjoy this immensely since he had a personal interest in the effects that he caused in Grace.
Grace was laughing and trying to twist. The probes moved up and down the soles of her feet on little belts while the probes themselves rotated. Her toes wriggled excitedly and she tried to pull them down over the balls of her feet to protect them. This was not accomplished, however, since Gregory's design made this simple instinctive act impossible to perform. The probes tickled the balls of her feet while a belt of light feathers slid between each toe.
The poor woman was laughing so hard that no sound was coming out so Jim eased up on the intensity. Then he let it stop altogether. The sensations between his legs also ceased although he felt the natural slower waning of feeling coming from his testicles.
"OH !! OH !! THANK YOU!" Grace shouted as she panted, her round breasts heaving in and out.
The crowd began to applaud as if they had just watched the first act of a play. Jim looked around, sensations still tingling, and saw that some people had begun to kiss and a few women, including Debbie, was being probed in the ribs and tickled on the bare midriff. The resulting giggles egged Jim to continue.
Let's see, Jim thought as his fingers hovered over the controls. The crowd seemed to enjoy this and everyone shouted their own tickling preferences to him. Jim tried out the MIDRIFF button.
Instantly, before Jim had a chance to look up and see what the probes were doing, he felt a surge of stimulation down under and the lovely sound of Grace's giggles filling him. Looking up, he saw the probes, like tiny fingers moving along her tender ribcage like some huge caterpillar crawling up a branch. She tried to negotiate her body out of the way of the probes but they followed her skillfully. Select probes tapped her belly while others rotated in and out of her belly button.
Grace threw her head back and forth and shouted obscenities between giggles. "STOP ITTTT!!!! YOU SON OF A @#%$!!!! HAHAHAHA!!! I C-CAN'T T-TAKE ITTT ANYMOOOORE!!!!! JIMMM !!!!!! TEE-HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE !!!! OOOH @#%$!!!!!! @#%$! AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA!!!! NO NO NOOOO !!!!!"
The crowd chimed in with a chorus of "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE" or "KOOTCHY KOOTCHY KOOO". Jim was close to orgasm from a mixture of the strong sensations caused by her laughing, the natural excitement he gets from seeing a beautiful woman tickled and hearing her laughter, and the sounds of the crowd saying "tickle" over and over again. He opted to cut off the tickling and take a rest.
"Did you do it, Jim?" Mark said.
"Yeah, did it feel good?" Debbie injected, tenderly.
"Just taking a break," Jim said.
"Awww @#%$!" Grace shouted. "You mean there's gonna be more???" The crowd laughed and hooted. Then they started in on a chorus of "ARM-PITS ARM-PITS ARM PITS...".
"No no NOOOO! Not there!!!!" Grace protested. "Anywhere but there!!! Jim. Jim sweety. Honey. Darling. I'll do ANYTHING. You want me to go down on you everyday for a year? I'll do it. But not my underarms. Please???!!!! Do my feet again. Alright, maybe not my feet but....oh God I'll do ANYTHING!!!"
Jim wouldn't hear it. The crowd continued their chanting.
Finally, Jim put his finger on the ARMPITS button only this time, looked up to see her initial response. Looking at Grace's pretty face, Jim pressed the button.
In a flash, Jim saw the probes under her soft bare arms begin to move like tiny feathered fingers. Grace screamed and laughed as they stroked and wisped under her smooth arms. The probes moved up and down her innerarms, tickling all the way. One set in her armpits simply circled. Others felt and tickled the soft undersides of her bare arms, while others circled the soft shoulders.
Jim marveled at the detail that Dr. Gregory put into this machine, especially this particular area.
The crowd started to chime in with Grace's hysterical laughter. Someone put a CD in the changer and a particularly quick violin piece called Perpetual Motion filled the room. Along with the tickling violin strands and Grace's beautiful giggling, the crowd started to chant their own musical, "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!" to add to the excitement. But no one felt the excitement more than Jim. From Grace's first burst of hysterics when the tiny probes began tickling her highly sensitive armpits and arms, Jim felt the intensity of the sensations filling him from the groin and up.
"TEE HEE HEE HEE !!! TEE HEE HEE HEE !!! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!! JIM !!! JIM !!! STOP IT HAHAHAHA!!!! PLEASE !!!! PLEASE STOPPP!!!! HEE HEE !!!!!
The crowd surrounded the poor girl as she twisted and writhed and tugged at her bonds to no avail. They intensified their "TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE" chorus as the violin screamed like a sawblade ripping through the ether. Jim threw his head back and moaned as he heard the "TICKLE TICKLE" mixed with Grace's squealing. There was no way that he could describe the exquisiteness of where he was at that moment. The sensations took hold and traveled the pathway towards release.
With a scream that made everyone stop for a moment, Jim released, and with the release came the automatic shut-off device.
Grace stopped laughing, the sensations stopped and the crowd cheered wildly.
"Congratulations, Jim ol' buddy," Mark said, still holding on to Debbie. "You're now a true member of the team!" Debbie kissed his cheek.
Jim had his eyes closed, part from ecstasy, part from the embarrassment of having all those people around. He simply raised his hand and gave the thumbs up signal.
"Do you think somebody could get me out of this @#%$ thing before he wakes up and wants round two?" Grace said with a sarcastic smile.
***
A light switched on in Dr. Gregory's office.
"What do we have here?" asked a tall man with graying temples.
"I-I g-guess w-we're in the wrong office," stuttered Amy.
"I guess you're right!" shouted a man behind the tall man. Dr, Gregory put a hand up to stop the angry man from advancing towards the girls. The man stopped and Dr. Gregory walked slowly, ominously toward the file that was open to a most incriminating page.
"Well well well," he said as he took the file from the shaking girls. "Looks like you two girls have been into my things."
"Please sir," Jamie stammered. "We didn't see anything. Really. I promise. I swear!"
"Do you know what we do to spies around here?" Gregory said calmly. The girls were shaking, perhaps more by his slow, methodical oration. "We take them to the police. Do you know what the police do to girls like you? They tickle-torture them for days, perhaps weeks. You girls could go to jail and never see the daylight again. You would be the private tickle slaves for our men in blue. Would you like that?"
Amy and Jamie were sobbing and their knees were audibly knocking together. They shook their heads frantically. Jamie was about to cry out loud when Dr. Gregory smiled. It had a calming, yet eerie look to it. It was almost sardonic.
"Now I can tell that you two are not spies. Look at them Claude. Do they look like spies to you?" Claude shook his head and smiled.
"They look like two pretty girls to me."
"Yes," Dr. Gregory echoed. "Two pretty girls." Amy and Jamie began to relax. Perhaps they would be let go, she thought. Then Gregory added, "Two ticklish, pretty girls." The girls' hearts began to pound again. "You are ticklish aren't you?" The girls looked at him, frightened. "Yes. Two very ticklish girls I bet. And look how cute they're dressed. Two ticklish, little spies."
Gregory started to circle around them and breathe down their necks. The girls' shoulders immediately hunched up. They were shaking in fear.
"Yes," he added. "Very very ticklish girls."
Staring straight ahead, the doctor examined them from behind as they shivered and shook. He lifted his hand and gently poked and prodded Amy's sensitive lower ribs. She immediately jerked around and giggled. Then he took both hands and gently ran his fingers up Jamie's sides towards her underarms. Jamie shrieked and twisted, giggling.
"Put your hands on top of your heads!" He demanded. They immediately obeyed. Then he smiled to Claude who stared at the two beauties, lustfully. The doctor spread his long arms out so that his fingers were posed by Amy's right armpit and Jamie's left armpit. He tickled their sensitive, smooth skin.
Instantly, the girls jerked away and dropped to the floor, giggling and rubbing their tickled armpits.
Dr. Gregory was pleased. "Claude, escort these young ladies to my back office."
"Yes sir," Claude said as he helped the two up off the ground.
"You girls are very fortunate that I feel generous today. You are going to help me in my newest discoveries. I promise to have you back in home tonight by bedtime. But until then, you're mine.
***
"Oh no," Pam said to Barbara. "They're coming over to us.
"Just smile," Barbara said.
"I could tell them that we're married women," Pam said quickly.
"It won't work in this town."
"Hi ladies," one of the young men said. Barbara quickly assessed that they were in their mid twenties. "Can we sit down?"
Before the women could answer they were sitting on either side of the two.
"My name is Steve," said the other, extending his hand to Barbara. She took his hand and shook it. Barbara noticed that when she did, Steve raised his hand a little higher causing Barbara to have to reach a little higher to grab his hand. When she did this, she saw that he was staring at her underarm. Barbara's mind reeled at the methods Kittletonians use to cop-a-glance.
The first man extended his hand to Pam. "My name is Rex. I'm a great tickler. That's why everyone calls me 'T' Rex." The man chuckled and Pam giggled as she turned to Barbara. Barbara knew that the giggles were for the absurdity of this guy.
"Well, T Rex," Pam said formally. "Thanks for the drinks."
Rex wasn't listening. He was staring at Pam's unbelievable body, squeezed into that amazingly sexy dress. Pam caught on immediately and put her 'torture every guy in Kittletown' plan to work. She turned to him and put her right hand behind her head, giving Rex a very close, clear view of her smooth, hairless underarm, saying, "You like my dress, Rex?"
Instantly, his pants grew tight and his mouth turned dry. The view was such a shock that he began to feel light-headed. Even Steve looked around at the view and his mouth dropped.
Barbara giggled and took a sip from her drink.
Rex began to gain some control and started to raise his hand to tickle Pam. As soon as his hand reached up, Pam dropped her arm, turned and began to sip her drink like a school girl. The two women's eyes met and a little giggle was stifled.
Steve was not as light-headed and he stared down at Barbara's shapely body in her identical spandex dress. He noticed the graceful shape of her shoulder as her arm was pressed against her side as she drank. He noticed the inch-long crack where her arm meets her body. He knew this, in his past tickling, to be a very sensitive part of a woman.
He lifted his finger up and gently painted a line right up that crack towards her shoulder.
"Eeeek," Barbara squealed as she pulled her shoulder towards her and away from the probing finger.
"You're very ticklish, aren't you?" Steve, seductively whispered in her ear as he took up his gentle tickling of that crack.
Barbara was giggling and trying to think of a nice way to answer that without leading him on. All that would come out as the giggles turned to laughter was, "Yes!!!"
Steve was moving in fast. He reached his left hand around to her left side and gently felt her delicate ribs with a quick grab. Barbara shrieked and her head fell backward as she giggled.
"Barb!" Pam said, mockingly. "Get a grip on yourself!"
"Can't !!!!" Barbara giggled. "He already has one on meeee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!!!!!"
Rex began to try Steve's technique of tickling Pam's little crack. Pam felt the tickling sensation and, instantly turned to Rex and said in a very serious tone, "Don't do that!!! I am VERY ticklish!" Then she whipped around and began to sip her drink again.
The poor guy was beside himself. He didn't know what to make of this tease. Was she from out of town? Did she know where she was? Was she serious?
"I'm tired," Pam said as she raised both of her shapely, bare arms up into the air and arched her back. The vision was captivating and it had a devastating effect on Rex who was frozen.
By this point, he was about to lose his cookies. He reached up with both hands to tickle the smooth underarms on this sexy woman, but just as he was to touch her, she lowered her arms quickly and hugged herself.
Without missing a beat, Pam swiveled to him and said, "Maybe I should just go home."
If there was a wall nearby, Rex would've banged his head against it. Pam rose and pulled the very short hemline down her legs a bit. Barbara stood also as did Steve.
"You dancing too?" Barbara asked as Steve took her hand and began to lead her out to the dance floor.
"What???" Pam said, aghast. Her plan had backfired. She was ready to leave with Barbara and go and tease some other guys. But here was Barbara keeping her there with this T Rex who was about to rape her because of the way she intentionally teased him.
"Dance?" Rex said delighted. "Of course we will." Before she could think twice, Pam's hand was grabbed and she was lead out onto the dance floor.
"This is a special dance, guys and ladies," The temptress said from the bandstand. "Ready for the suspension dance?"
"Yes!!!" everyone shouted.
A puff of smoke came up from chambers on the floor. Brightly colored confetti dropped from the ceiling and long chains followed behind. The chains locked down with a thump and the crowd screamed.
"What's going on here?" Both Pam and Barbara said as their partners grabbed their wrists and attached them to cuffs on the ends of the chains. It all happened so fast that the women were caught off guard.
"What's this for?" Pam asked holding up her hands with cuffs attached.
"You'll see," Rex shouted above the din.
"Ready?" The temptress shouted.
"Ready!" The crowd echoed. "One! Two! Three!!!!!!"
The music started with a bang and more smoke rose. As it did, the chains were slowly pulled up. Dozens of bare arms slowly raised up into the air and the beautiful sight of bare armpits prevailed. The crowd was screaming.
Pam and Barbara were side by side and began to twist and fight as their arms were slowly raised. Rex and Steve laughed and hooted.
"This isn't funny!" Pam protested. "Let me down."
"It ain't funny," said Rex. "But you'll soon be laughin'!"
The temptress started her wild dance as she screamed "Tickle Time!!!!" All the partners began to tickle their dates while the gorgeous vamp sang:
The time has come to tickle tickle tickle
The hour is ripe to tickle tickle tickle
The boys are out tonight
The girls will start to wriggle
It's really quite a sight
So tickle tickle tickle.
Pam had a look of horror as Rex walked to her, wiggling his fingers in the air.
He sang along the tickle tickle tickle lines as his fingers touched the soft skin of Pam's wrists. Then he tickled his way down her long, bare arms towards her highly ticklish underarms.
"I'll get you for teasing me. Tickle tickle tickle."
"No NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Pam said an burst into a torrent of giggles as she writhed and arched her back, reaching her hand up to try and detach the cuff from her other hand.
It's really quite a sight
So tickle tickle tickle.
Rex reached her smooth underarms and tickled furiously overcome in sexual excitement.
Pam laughed hysterically and tried to twist out of range. She was in a panic just seeing this sex-crazed guy's face so close to her with ten fingers wriggling that looked like they were each a foot long. But the one thing she couldn't understand was how ticklish she was. She was absolutely a mess. She screamed and squealed but the tickling sensations only increased rather than decreased.
"Hahahahahaha P-Pleasessssss!!!! Hee hee hee hee S-s-s-stop t-t-t-tickling Meeee hee hee hee hee hee!!!!!!"
Barbara was in no better shape. Steve was lustfully ticklish her underarms. Barbara was screaming and giggling at the top of her lungs. She had never, ever felt so ticklish. She heard the crowd shouting and singing and the lyrics of the song even made her feel more ticklish.
Steve dropped his hands and grabbed her ribs. Barbara's ribs were tiny little ticklish time bombs exploding sensations all through her. She couldn't take it. She stared at Steve's face. He appeared to be drugged. He also seemed to be having orgasms as his fingers tickled like she had never been tickled before.
"You got quite a girl," Pam heard from behind her. "Mind if I try?"
"Go ahead. Join in!"
Pam screamed as she felt another set of fingers grabbing her ribs from behind. She was absolutely hysterical and couldn't do anything about. it. Fingers crawled around her sides to her belly which felt the intense ticklish probing. Then they began to crawl up her sides quickly.
"Please!!!!!" She pleaded. "not my hee hee hee not my underarms hee hee hee hee Pleasessss!!!!!"
Frantically, desperately, Pam twisted and jerked. Her long hair whipped back and forth as she threw her head, mouth open, eyes closed, in hysterical laughter.
Meanwhile, Barbara was also in the grip of helpless giggles as Steve stood very close to her, all ten fingers on her smooth, hairless armpits, tickling the poor woman helplessly. He furthered the torture by whispering softly in her ear, "Does that tickle? Aw, poor little girl. You are just a little girl aren't you. I see your wedding ring. You probably have a few kids. What would they do if they saw their mother giggling like a little girl. Does this tickle? Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Oh, you're ticklish! Does it tickle here?"
Barbara giggled and twisted, helplessly. She was amazed how the tickling sensations never ceased, but increased.
Suddenly, the music ended and the chains lowered. Rex's fingers were still on Pam's highly sensitive underarms and she continued to giggle and twist, this time with more room to move. She twisted away from his devilish tickling and fell to the floor.
A few people around her saw this and laughed. She looked up and noticed dozens of women being let go from their chains. Only then did she realize that other women were tickled the same as her. Then she remembered Barbara.
"Barbara!" she shouted as she whipped her head behind her.
"Pamela!" came her sister's answer. All they could do is look at each other and laugh. "Looks like your plan to tease backfired."
"Let's get out of here," Pam said.
"You got it!"
