KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Incident At The Salon
"You look beautiful!" Barbara said to Pam and Sandra. They had just been given the royal treatment by Trina and her girls. Since the two new women were to work at the Tickling Machine, the most prestigious place in town, they were given the primo service.
After the electrolysis, both women were taken to have a complete herbal body wrap and facial. Their skin was pampered to an unbelievable softness. The two women marveled at the baby-like softness. Their hair was carefully trimmed and styled and their hands were impeccably manicured.
When it came time to their feet, Sandra balked.
"I...don't think you need to touch my feet," she said with hesitation.
"Why?" Trina asked with a glimmer in her eye. She was undoubtedly attracted to Sandra: her wild red hair and fair skin.
"I don't think you want to touch my feet."
The women were puzzled but Pam knew exactly what was going on. She knew how incredibly ticklish Sandra was on her feet.
A few days before they left for Florida, knowing that she would be torturously tickled while living in Kittletown, Sandra would sit alone in her room and try to tickle her own feet in an effort to desensitize them a bit. The effort proved futile because every time Sandra sat down and peeled off her sock she knew that she was about to lose her own challenge. She would place her delicate foot on her lap, soft and ever so slightly damp from being in a shoe and sock. This made the foot super sensitive and vulnerable. Then she would bite her lip and touch her fingernails to the super ticklish sole. The slightest touch made Sandra shriek.
"Who says you can't tickle yourself," Pam heard Sandra say to herself once when she thought she was alone. "It doesn't tickle, doesn't tickle, doesn't tickle....doesn't....damn it! It does tickle. It really really does."
Pam almost broke up, laughing, once when she spied Sandra tugging her toes and saying, "This little piggie went to market. This little piggie stayed home. This little piggie had roast beef..."
Pam had to push her hand tightly across her mouth to hold back the laughter that was hard to keep in.
"....and this little piggie went all the way all the way.....hee hee hee hee...aaahhh shit!"
"Come on, Sandra," Trina said touching Sandra's bare shoulder and drawing little circles. The effect made Sandra hunch up as the tickling electricity shot through her arm. "Here. Have another glass of water and sit here. We're going to take this pumice rock and remove every last bit of callous from your beautiful feet."
Sandra took the glass and drank, just as she had been doing all day. That Florida sun can make a girl pretty thirsty, so Pam and Sandra drank heartily.
Inside their bodies, Dr. Gregory's magic formula was working perfectly. It entered their bloodstream shortly after their arrival to the Salon. The formula in the drinking water was different than the formula injected into Claudia and the others. The water supply contained a variation of a highly diluted kind. It enters more slowly and has a longer, residual effect. Women become more ticklish in time, desiring the tickling more, while men find that their already intense desire to tickle women is more pronounced.
The electrical tickling that Sandra felt on her shoulder was slightly surprising. She knew that she was ticklish but it seemed more. Still, she felt that it had something to do with the herbal wraps and skin treatments. She was not entirely wrong since a hefty amount of laced drinking water went into the skin treatments and wraps, allowing the effects to soak directly into the skin.
Trina knew about Dr. Gregory's formula. In fact, she was probably the only woman in the world that knew about it and worked directly with the Doctor. Jamie and Amy knew about it but they found out by spying, and they were punished for it. But were they punished or blessed? For even at that moment, both Jamie and Amy were thinking about being tickled and planning to go to the 'under 21' bar that evening.
Trina was a pure tickling addict. She had to tickle and be tickled. She had trained her girls well in the fine art of tickling, and they tickled her often. As one of the most requested girls at the Tickling Machine, she had been tickle-tortured hundreds of times without any loss of feeling or ticklishness. In fact, with the help of the formula and repeat sessions, she was more ticklish than she had ever been, except now it excited her much more sexually. Dr. Gregory had a special treat for his Trina. The device that the ticklers would wear over their organs to stimulate during the tickling sessions was also worn by Trina herself while enduring her torturous tickling. Knowing that the more sexually stimulated Trina would become, the more ticklish she would also become inspired his addition to her sessions.
Sandra sat on the chair and put her feet up on raised stirrups. Her ankles were then strapped down.
"Hey," she protested, "What's those for?"
The young girl, Kristin, barely 17, looked up at Sandra and smiled, "Just a precaution."
"What kind of precaution?"
"That I don't get kicked in the face."
Barbara and Pam giggled, and Pam sat down next to her friend while another girl strapped her feet down.
Kristin removed a pumice rock from a box under the chair and began to scrape lightly at Sandra's heel.
Sandra bit her lip and squirmed.
"You're ticklish on your heel?" Barbara said loudly with a smile.
"Yyyyyyessss ha ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee," Sandra said as if answering Barbara allowed the laugh to escape. The young woman gripped the arms of the chair and squeezed her mouth shut.
Barbara laughed and noticed how sexy Sandra looked strapped to that chair. She pondered what it would be like to tickle Sandra's feet. Then she looked and saw the skin of Sandra's bare arms and felt a tingle between her legs. Like before, it shocked her a little to feel this feeling, but this time she allowed it to come as she stared at Sandra's shapely body.
"Oh, you are so funny," Barbara said slowly approaching. She loved hearing the giggling and, boy, was Sandra ever giggling. Barbara was feeling the tingle intensifying, along with a stronger urge to see the sensitive Sandra laugh from her tickling. It wasn't enough that the also giggling Kristin was causing the lovely Sandra to laugh as she scrubbed the delicate soles. Barbara had to tickle her too.
Inching forward and throwing comments to the giggling girl, Barbara bent down as if to look at what Kristin was doing. The definite moistness between her legs was growing to an ache.
Barbara reached up and planted her fingers on either side of Sandra's thin waist and dug her fingers into the woman's ticklish ribcage.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH NO NO NO NOOOO!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE STOP OHHHH STOP BARBARAAAAAHHHHH HAHAHA!!!!!!"
Barbara tickled relentlessly as Sandra laughed and grabbed her assailant's fingers, attempting to pry them off her highly ticklish ribs.
Kristin stopped scrubbing and laughed looking up at Trina who also giggled and felt the tingles. Pam watched and giggled but couldn't move because her ankles were strapped down.
"I'd save you, Sandy, but they have me tied down too," Pam said, giggling.
Trina heard that and jumped down by Pam's feet and started tickling the delicate soles in earnest. Pam screamed so loud that all the chaos stopped for a second to look. Trina was tickling the most ticklish spots of Pam's feet with the expertise of a Cossack Foot tickler. Her toes spread and curled spasmotically. Trina sat on the floor, legs splayed like a little girl, Pam's feet practically in her face, kootchie-kooing with all her fingers on the bare soles, then taking a single finger to explore the sensitivity of the area beneath Pam's toes (an area that Pam found excruciatingly ticklish), then a three finger stroke of the balls of the feet. Trina was a master!
Meanwhile, little Kristin ran behind Sandra to hold her hands away so Barbara could tickle her ribs freely. She pried Sandra's fingers away from Barbara's tickling attack with screamed protests that seemed to shake the windows.
Kristin managed to lift Sandra's arms over her head.
"Get her armpits! Get her armpits!" Kristin yelled, a favorite of hers, and her most ticklish spots.
Barbara looked up at Sandra's newly electrolysized armpits. The entire underarm area was totally hair free and smooth. The thought of touching her smooth underarms made Barbara throb with sexual excitement. She was positively aching inside.
Without thinking twice, Barbara reached up and lightly tickled the soft, smooth skin of Sandra's underarms.
Sandra practically jumped through the roof. Her underarms were super ticklish, and she screamed as hard as she could. Then the silent laugh. Barbara tickled and Sandra grimaced, yet no sound came out. She was absolutely hysterical.
Both Kristin and Barbara giggled when they saw that. They knew the silent laugh. They also knew that the giggles would soon follow, and they did: lovely, musical, staccato giggles that excited both women.
Barbara stroked lightly up and down the soft skin of Sandra's underarms, feeling as turned on by touching the softness as hearing the laughter that resulted.
"God, I love tickling underarms," Barbara said so softly that she thought it went unnoticed.
"Me too," she heard Kristin say. She looked up at the young girl. So young. Then she looked at Kristin's smooth underarms revealed through her sleeveless romper as she held Sandra's hands over her head.
"I could tickle you, too, real easily if I wanted," Barbara said to her.
"I know," Kristin said in a musical tone, "But don't or I'll scream and let go."
"Stopppp itt p-leeeease!!!!! hee hee hee hee hee," Sandra pleaded.
Barbara couldn't resist the temptation. She reached up and, with one finger, tickled Kristin's smooth armpit.
"AAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIII HEE HEE HEE!!!!!!" the girl squealed as she let go of Sandra's hands.
Sandra was grateful and Barbara was absolutely swimming in horniness. She made a mental note to beg Jim to tie her up that night. Then she remembered Pizza boy and decided to pay him a visit at work and tease him.
Sandra coughed and wiped the hair off of her forehead. Trina stopped tickling Pam and, because they were so hot, all the women decided it was time for some water.
by Max Speer
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Incident At The Salon
"You look beautiful!" Barbara said to Pam and Sandra. They had just been given the royal treatment by Trina and her girls. Since the two new women were to work at the Tickling Machine, the most prestigious place in town, they were given the primo service.
After the electrolysis, both women were taken to have a complete herbal body wrap and facial. Their skin was pampered to an unbelievable softness. The two women marveled at the baby-like softness. Their hair was carefully trimmed and styled and their hands were impeccably manicured.
When it came time to their feet, Sandra balked.
"I...don't think you need to touch my feet," she said with hesitation.
"Why?" Trina asked with a glimmer in her eye. She was undoubtedly attracted to Sandra: her wild red hair and fair skin.
"I don't think you want to touch my feet."
The women were puzzled but Pam knew exactly what was going on. She knew how incredibly ticklish Sandra was on her feet.
A few days before they left for Florida, knowing that she would be torturously tickled while living in Kittletown, Sandra would sit alone in her room and try to tickle her own feet in an effort to desensitize them a bit. The effort proved futile because every time Sandra sat down and peeled off her sock she knew that she was about to lose her own challenge. She would place her delicate foot on her lap, soft and ever so slightly damp from being in a shoe and sock. This made the foot super sensitive and vulnerable. Then she would bite her lip and touch her fingernails to the super ticklish sole. The slightest touch made Sandra shriek.
"Who says you can't tickle yourself," Pam heard Sandra say to herself once when she thought she was alone. "It doesn't tickle, doesn't tickle, doesn't tickle....doesn't....damn it! It does tickle. It really really does."
Pam almost broke up, laughing, once when she spied Sandra tugging her toes and saying, "This little piggie went to market. This little piggie stayed home. This little piggie had roast beef..."
Pam had to push her hand tightly across her mouth to hold back the laughter that was hard to keep in.
"....and this little piggie went all the way all the way.....hee hee hee hee...aaahhh shit!"
"Come on, Sandra," Trina said touching Sandra's bare shoulder and drawing little circles. The effect made Sandra hunch up as the tickling electricity shot through her arm. "Here. Have another glass of water and sit here. We're going to take this pumice rock and remove every last bit of callous from your beautiful feet."
Sandra took the glass and drank, just as she had been doing all day. That Florida sun can make a girl pretty thirsty, so Pam and Sandra drank heartily.
Inside their bodies, Dr. Gregory's magic formula was working perfectly. It entered their bloodstream shortly after their arrival to the Salon. The formula in the drinking water was different than the formula injected into Claudia and the others. The water supply contained a variation of a highly diluted kind. It enters more slowly and has a longer, residual effect. Women become more ticklish in time, desiring the tickling more, while men find that their already intense desire to tickle women is more pronounced.
The electrical tickling that Sandra felt on her shoulder was slightly surprising. She knew that she was ticklish but it seemed more. Still, she felt that it had something to do with the herbal wraps and skin treatments. She was not entirely wrong since a hefty amount of laced drinking water went into the skin treatments and wraps, allowing the effects to soak directly into the skin.
Trina knew about Dr. Gregory's formula. In fact, she was probably the only woman in the world that knew about it and worked directly with the Doctor. Jamie and Amy knew about it but they found out by spying, and they were punished for it. But were they punished or blessed? For even at that moment, both Jamie and Amy were thinking about being tickled and planning to go to the 'under 21' bar that evening.
Trina was a pure tickling addict. She had to tickle and be tickled. She had trained her girls well in the fine art of tickling, and they tickled her often. As one of the most requested girls at the Tickling Machine, she had been tickle-tortured hundreds of times without any loss of feeling or ticklishness. In fact, with the help of the formula and repeat sessions, she was more ticklish than she had ever been, except now it excited her much more sexually. Dr. Gregory had a special treat for his Trina. The device that the ticklers would wear over their organs to stimulate during the tickling sessions was also worn by Trina herself while enduring her torturous tickling. Knowing that the more sexually stimulated Trina would become, the more ticklish she would also become inspired his addition to her sessions.
Sandra sat on the chair and put her feet up on raised stirrups. Her ankles were then strapped down.
"Hey," she protested, "What's those for?"
The young girl, Kristin, barely 17, looked up at Sandra and smiled, "Just a precaution."
"What kind of precaution?"
"That I don't get kicked in the face."
Barbara and Pam giggled, and Pam sat down next to her friend while another girl strapped her feet down.
Kristin removed a pumice rock from a box under the chair and began to scrape lightly at Sandra's heel.
Sandra bit her lip and squirmed.
"You're ticklish on your heel?" Barbara said loudly with a smile.
"Yyyyyyessss ha ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee," Sandra said as if answering Barbara allowed the laugh to escape. The young woman gripped the arms of the chair and squeezed her mouth shut.
Barbara laughed and noticed how sexy Sandra looked strapped to that chair. She pondered what it would be like to tickle Sandra's feet. Then she looked and saw the skin of Sandra's bare arms and felt a tingle between her legs. Like before, it shocked her a little to feel this feeling, but this time she allowed it to come as she stared at Sandra's shapely body.
"Oh, you are so funny," Barbara said slowly approaching. She loved hearing the giggling and, boy, was Sandra ever giggling. Barbara was feeling the tingle intensifying, along with a stronger urge to see the sensitive Sandra laugh from her tickling. It wasn't enough that the also giggling Kristin was causing the lovely Sandra to laugh as she scrubbed the delicate soles. Barbara had to tickle her too.
Inching forward and throwing comments to the giggling girl, Barbara bent down as if to look at what Kristin was doing. The definite moistness between her legs was growing to an ache.
Barbara reached up and planted her fingers on either side of Sandra's thin waist and dug her fingers into the woman's ticklish ribcage.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH NO NO NO NOOOO!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE STOP OHHHH STOP BARBARAAAAAHHHHH HAHAHA!!!!!!"
Barbara tickled relentlessly as Sandra laughed and grabbed her assailant's fingers, attempting to pry them off her highly ticklish ribs.
Kristin stopped scrubbing and laughed looking up at Trina who also giggled and felt the tingles. Pam watched and giggled but couldn't move because her ankles were strapped down.
"I'd save you, Sandy, but they have me tied down too," Pam said, giggling.
Trina heard that and jumped down by Pam's feet and started tickling the delicate soles in earnest. Pam screamed so loud that all the chaos stopped for a second to look. Trina was tickling the most ticklish spots of Pam's feet with the expertise of a Cossack Foot tickler. Her toes spread and curled spasmotically. Trina sat on the floor, legs splayed like a little girl, Pam's feet practically in her face, kootchie-kooing with all her fingers on the bare soles, then taking a single finger to explore the sensitivity of the area beneath Pam's toes (an area that Pam found excruciatingly ticklish), then a three finger stroke of the balls of the feet. Trina was a master!
Meanwhile, little Kristin ran behind Sandra to hold her hands away so Barbara could tickle her ribs freely. She pried Sandra's fingers away from Barbara's tickling attack with screamed protests that seemed to shake the windows.
Kristin managed to lift Sandra's arms over her head.
"Get her armpits! Get her armpits!" Kristin yelled, a favorite of hers, and her most ticklish spots.
Barbara looked up at Sandra's newly electrolysized armpits. The entire underarm area was totally hair free and smooth. The thought of touching her smooth underarms made Barbara throb with sexual excitement. She was positively aching inside.
Without thinking twice, Barbara reached up and lightly tickled the soft, smooth skin of Sandra's underarms.
Sandra practically jumped through the roof. Her underarms were super ticklish, and she screamed as hard as she could. Then the silent laugh. Barbara tickled and Sandra grimaced, yet no sound came out. She was absolutely hysterical.
Both Kristin and Barbara giggled when they saw that. They knew the silent laugh. They also knew that the giggles would soon follow, and they did: lovely, musical, staccato giggles that excited both women.
Barbara stroked lightly up and down the soft skin of Sandra's underarms, feeling as turned on by touching the softness as hearing the laughter that resulted.
"God, I love tickling underarms," Barbara said so softly that she thought it went unnoticed.
"Me too," she heard Kristin say. She looked up at the young girl. So young. Then she looked at Kristin's smooth underarms revealed through her sleeveless romper as she held Sandra's hands over her head.
"I could tickle you, too, real easily if I wanted," Barbara said to her.
"I know," Kristin said in a musical tone, "But don't or I'll scream and let go."
"Stopppp itt p-leeeease!!!!! hee hee hee hee hee," Sandra pleaded.
Barbara couldn't resist the temptation. She reached up and, with one finger, tickled Kristin's smooth armpit.
"AAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIII HEE HEE HEE!!!!!!" the girl squealed as she let go of Sandra's hands.
Sandra was grateful and Barbara was absolutely swimming in horniness. She made a mental note to beg Jim to tie her up that night. Then she remembered Pizza boy and decided to pay him a visit at work and tease him.
Sandra coughed and wiped the hair off of her forehead. Trina stopped tickling Pam and, because they were so hot, all the women decided it was time for some water.
