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Madonna's Tickle Chamber 10
Madonna's Tickle Chamber X
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jenifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
"Tickle tickle tickle, my little pets." Madonna whispered as she wiggled her fingers at her captive bunch of tickle-toys. Although all 4 girls were awake, they feigned un-conciousness. They all braced themselves for an all out tickle attack. Instead, starting with Jenifer, they felt a little object be placed in their belly-buttons. They realized with dawning horror, that it was the cursed tickle-buggs. Then they heard Madonna speak.
"Wake up, toys." then they heard the click of a button. All 4 girls screamed out in helpless, ticklish laughter as the bristles vibrated all over their oh-so ticklish bellybuttons.
"WHAAAAA!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHHHEEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Screamed Jennifer
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAASTOPIT!!!!!!" Begged Jodie.
" WHOOOOHOOHHHHOHOHOHOOOOOOOHEHEHEHHEEEEEYAAAAAA!!!!
" Giggled Gwen.
"NO!!NO!!NO!!!HAHAHAAHAAAAHEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!" Laughed Gwyneth.
Madonna sat back and watched this ticklish display with increasing glee. She began to speak to her ticklees.
"Well, well, well. To sit here and watch you 4 wiggle and squirm and giggle and beg, is almost as good as tickling you toys with my bare hands." Madonna continued to speak as she gently massaged her swollen vagina.
"I hope you're getting used to all of this. But if not, that's ok. You'll have plenty more opportunities to. You'll be tickled here forever. Giving me pleasure. Getting me off with your toes." She looked directly at Jodie Foster as she said that last part. Just then, she clicked off Jodie's bugg, and leapt to her bare, bound, baby-oft feet and begn to savagely lick her sole. Jodie went tickl-berserk!!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! STOP IT!!!!! STOP IT!!!!NOT MY FEET!!!!!HEHEHEEEEEEHEHEHEEEHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAOHMYG
OD!!!!!!!" Jodie screamed, giggled and beggd as Madonna ran her tounge up and down Jodie's feet and in between her ticklish toes.
"HAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!! LEA..EHEHEHEEEEEE...LEAVE HER ALONE!!! HAHAHAAAAHHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! Yelled a tickle-tortured Gwen Stefani.
Madonna, Jodie's big toe lodged in her mouth, looked over at her. She stopped licking Jodie's toes. Jodie gigled silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She clicked off all of the tickle-buggs, and began to remove them from the bellybutton's of Jennifer, Jodie, &, Gwyneth.
"So. You want to be Ms. Hero, huh? Want me to leave poor Jodie's tootsies alone. Ok."
Madonna began to place the tickle-buggs on Gwen. 2 on each underarm, and one on her nipple. She then slid down to Gwen's feet. Gwen looked at her with a dawning sense of horror. She began to cry as Madonna grinned up at her. Then at once, all three tickle-buggs vibrated all over her ticklespots. The one on her nipple made her breat wiggle and shake in the cutest way. At the same time, Madonna was running her finges up and down gwen's ticklish bare feet. The lead singer of No Doubt was thrown into a ticklish hell.
" AAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!NONONONONONNNO
NONNOMORE!!!!!!HAHAHAAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEWHEHEEEEEEEEEH
EHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!NO MORE TICKLING!!!!PLEASE!!!!!HAHAAAAAHAHAAHAAAAAAWHOOOOO
OOHOHHOHOOOOOO!!!!"
Gwen screamed and laughed as the tickling sensations savaged her senses. Madonna loved every single,ticklish minute of the torture.
She played this-little-piggy with Gwen's plump, soft toes whilethe Buggs did their ticklish worst. Madonna stopped tickling her feet, looked up at Gwen and dove all 10 fingers into Gwen's ribcage.
"Tickle tickle tickle, Gwen!!!! I love tickling your ticlish body!!! And i know you love it to!!!" Madonna teased as she kneaded the ticklish flesh of Gwen Stefani's ribs.
" AAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!STOPSTOPSTO
P!!!!!OHMYGODSTOP!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEEE
!!!!" Gwen's hair was matted to her sweaty, red face. She felt her bladder again start to quiver. She was petrified of wetting herself again. She thought Madonna's tickle assault was going to be the death of her, when she heard Jennifer Aniston begin to hum a familliar tune. That's right. She was humming "I Love Rock & Roll." Madonna stopped tickling Gwen and shot an icy glare at Jennifer. She turned off the tickle-buggs, and went over to her. Gwen's chest heaved in and out as she struggled to catch her breath.
"What are you doing, toy?" Madonna asked dominantly.
"Just humming. I love that song, don't you?" Jennifer said with a sly little grin. Madonna stared at her with an angry, evil look.
"No. But i love this song!!" Madonna shouted as she jabbed her fingers in Jennifer's underarms. Jennifer went nuts as Madonna wiggled her fingers in the ticklsh hollows.
" WHEEEEEHEHEHEEEEHEHEEEHEHEHEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
! HELP!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAASTOP!!!!!IT TICKLES SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!! IT TICKLES!!! IT TCKLES!!!!!AAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEE
EE!!!!"
Jennifer laughed and giggled like a little girl as Madonna continued to tickle her ticklish underarms. Then, still tickling her pits, Madonna pressed her mouth up to her tummy an began to lick her bellybutton. Jennifer Aniston had never felt a tounge licking her bellybuttn. The horribly, tickish sensations it provided were almost too much. She began to convulse with ticklish laughter.
"HAA..WHAAAA..HEEE...AAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! THAT TICKLES TOOOOO MUCH!!!!! STOP IT!!!! PLEASE!!!! STOP LICKING MY BELLYBUTTON!!!!HAHAAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!"
Jennifer screamed and begged and laughed, but Madonna persisted in licking the ticklish walls of her navel. Just then she heard Gwyneth Paltrow start to yell something.
"Hey!!! Madonna!! You're an asshole. Do you know that?"
Madonna jumped up, aggravated allready by everyone being deliberately insulting to her, ran over and without so much as warning started tickling Gwyneth's underarms.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAHEHEHEEHEEEEEEE!!!! TICKLE ME....TICKLE ME....HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEEE!! TICKLE ME ALL YOU WANT..AHAHAHAA...BUT YOU'RE STILL AN ASSHOLE!!! HAHAHAAAAAHAHAAHAAAA!!!!
Madonna continued to tickle, then abruptly stopped. She lookedinto Gwyneth's eyes. Then she began to do something strange. Madonna began to unlace the leather boots she was wearing. She pulled them off, along with the lace stockings she had on, exposing her soft,beautiful, bare feet. Madonna layed on the floor, and raised her bare feet up to Gwyneth's underarms. She started wiggling her toes inside Gwyneth's unerarms. Hard as it is to believe, Madonna was tickling Gwyneth Paltrow with her toes!!!
"HAAHAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!!HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEE!!! Gwyneth laughed and giggled as Madonna tickled her. Madonna herself had to giggle at th way she was tickling her.
Gwen looked over at her. Madonna's feet were now level with her face. She picked her spot and licked Madonna's sole. Madonna shrieked and fell over backward, turning red as she rubbed her bare sole. She looked back up at them, horrified. Unable to say anything. All 4 girls looked dis-believingly. Then they began to laugh. Not a ticklish laugh, but a cocky, arogant laugh.
"Haaa, well, it looks like big bad Madonna has tickly little feet, huh?" said Gwen.
"Wow, i mean, i knew she would be ticklish, but that was really something." said Gwyneth.
"Hey, Gwen, how did her foot taste?" asked Jodie.
"Hey, girls,i'll bet if we tickled her she'd wet her pants."
The girls kept laughing and talking and making fun of Maonna's apparent ticklishness. Madonna looked like she was about to cry.
"STOP!!! Stop making fun of me!!!!! I'm you're dominant mistresss!!! You're my tickle slaves!!! All of you!!!! I"m not ticklish!!! Stop making fun of me!!!!" Madonna's voice was beginning to crack. The girls just ignored her and kept on making fun of how ticklish she seemed to be. Madonna hd decided she'd heard enough. He ego had taken a hell of a blow, and she just wanted to go upstairs and give herself an orgasm and try to forget all about this incidednt. She went ove to the multi=pronged extension for the damned gas and threatened all 4 of them.
"When i come back, i'm going to tickle you all to death. You'll kiss my ass to kill you!!!" She pressed down the button for the gas.
"NOW!!!!!" Screamed Gwyneth.
Just as the gas came out, all 4 girls blew the gas right back into Madonna's face. Madonna stumbled backward, a shocked expression on her face. She looked up at her captives and fell to the ground. She was down. Madonna was unconcious. The girls looked at each other.
"Okay. She's out. Now how do we get out of this bondage." Asked Jodie.
"LOOK!!!" Yelled Jennifer. All the girls looked in dis-belief at Madonna's ass. There was a key taped to it. They weren't sure what it was for, but it could be for the cuffs that held their arms up. Madonna's ass was just about level with Jodie's feet. She manuvered her toes as best she could. She was finally able to pinch the key between her big toe, and second toe. Holding the key with her toes, she flipped her toes upward, sending the key flying right into her open hand. It took a few minutes to manuver her wrist in the right manner, but she finally did and slipped the key into the lock. She turned the key, and her eyes lit up as the cuffs opened. Her right arm was free!!!! All 4 girls yelled their approval. Jodie freed herself completely, then freed the others. Jodie, Gwen, Jennifer an Gwyneth hugged each other in celebration. They were free!!! For the first time in over 2 weeks, they were free!!! They looked down at Maonna's unconcious body.
"Well, what should we do?" asked Jennifer.
"I think we all know the answer to that." said Gwen as she grinned evily.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Madonna's Tickle Camber 11 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XI
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
It had been more than 2 months since world famous pop superstar, Madonna,kidnapped 3 beautiful stars and tickle-tortured the life out of them. Their names were Gwen Stefani, Jodie Foster, Jennife Aniston, and, Gwyneth Paltrow. Once the truth about her "tickle-fetish" had been revealed, the girls were one step closer to beating Madonna. Well, she had been beaten, and now she lay on one of her own tables to endure the same tortre she enflicted so joyfuly. Revenge. It's fantastic!
Madonna was slowly waking up. Her mind was in a haze. She shivered and realized that she was naked. Then stone-cold fear expolded in her mind wen she realized she was tied-down. She quickly clared her mind and opened her eyes. Her heart almos stopped when she realized how she was tied. Her feet were under her butt, and her arms were tied together above her head, forearms behind head. He beautiful midsection was stretched tight. She recognized this position at once. It was the same way she had tied Gwen when she first broughther here. Upperbody tick........
Madonna jerked with a start as the door opened. Her mouth dropped open as Gwen Stefani strolled in. Madonna's vagina flutered as she gazed upon this vision. Gwen had done up her hair in a bun,applied generous amounts of make-up, and as wearing a very sexy nurses-type outfit. Madonna almost cried at the thought that once this beautiful woman was a tickle slave. Just then, Gwen spoke.
"Hello Madonna. Comfy?" asked Gwen, with a devius smile. Madonna said nothing. Just stared at her with a mixture of fear and anger. Gwen spoke again.
"Not talking, huh? Well that's fine, but here's the drill. We could send you to prison for what you did. You might even be sent to a mental hospital. But we figure, an eye for an eye. A tickle for a tickle."
"I'm not ticklish." Madonna said as she looked away from Gwen's beautiful brown eyes. Fear was beginning to ake over her entire mind.
"You're not ticklish? Well, we'll see. We have all the time in the world. By the way.." Gwen leaned down to Madonna's ear and whispered, "We know about the Tickle-gasm."
Madonna's eyes went wide and goose-bumps spread across her body.
"I..i don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't???? Well, don't worry. You'll have plety of time to catch up. Are you ready to be tickled, sweetie?" Gwen asked as she began to approach Madonna.
"WAIT!! Gwen, listen to me. I've had some time to think. I realize now that what I did to you and the others was wrong. I'm sorry. Truly." Madonna tried to sound composed, but her deadly fear of being tickled was creeping into her voice.
"You're sorry, huh? Well, you're gonna be." Gwen walked to Madonna's right side.
"Please Gwen!! I beg of you!! Don't tickle me. PLEASE!!" Tears were running down Madonna's face. Gwen smirked at her and said, "Aww, don't cry. LAUGH!"
Gwen took he right left index finger ad lighly ran it down Madonna's right exposed armpit. Madonna giggled in spite of herself.
"heeeheeheeeeee!!!" Don't do that!!!!"
"Don't do what?? This?" Gwen began running her right index finger along Madonna's left exposed armpit. Up and down, up and down.
"STOP IT!! HEHEEEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!! STOP IT NOW!!!! HEHEEEEEEEYEEEHHEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Madonna was giggling like a little girl. The tickling was horrible. Embarrasing. Madonna hated to be embarrassed. Her skin blushed red, and then, finally, Gwen stopped. But then she lowered herself down towards Madonna's tummy. She dug all 10 fingers in her belly and tikled like a pro. Madonna's head shot back as the tickling took her to another world.
"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!! STOP IT!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!! OH, PLEASE STOP!!!!! HEHEEEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!"
"Not ticklish, huh? Liar. You're more ticklish than Jennifer." Gwen giggled and began to spider her fingers up Madonna's ribs. Digging at her sides and kneading her knuckles in Madonna's ribs. Madonna was going beserk.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!! OH MY GOAAAHAHAAAAAAD!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! STOP IT PLEHEEEHEEEEASEEEEEE!!!! I'M SORRY!!!!! HHAHAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEE!!" Madonna's eyes were almost bulging from her sockets.
"Do you like this? Being tied, helpless and tickled non-stop? Does this turn you on?" Gwen said this as she intensified her rib-tickling.
"NOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I HATE THIS!!! STOP IT YOU BITCH!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEEHEEEEEEWHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Gwen ran all twenty of her fingers up to Madonna's neck, where she used all 10 to tickle the back of The Material Girl's ticklish neck. Madonna really began to lose it at this point. Her eyes squezed shut, and she tried to hunch her shoulders, but she was absolutly imobile.
"HAHAAAAAAAHEHEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEEEEEE!!!! NO MORE!!!! NOT MY NECK!!!!HAHAAHAHAAHAAAHEHEHEEEEEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle!! Kootchy kootchy kooooooooo!! Gwen was ticking her neck and shoulders non-stop. Just then, she looked down at Madonna's crotch and saw some fluid leak out.
"Hey, you're not going to pee yourself, are you?" Gwen asked.
"HAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAHEHEEEEEEEEEE!!!! NO!!!! NEVER!!! HAHHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Madonna was being humiliated. She couldn't pee. It would undo her. She pledged to herself she wouldn't, when Gwen hooked both of her index fingers into both of Madonna's underarms and wriggled them terribly. This was the straw that broke the camels back. Madonna's resolve collpased into a torrent of helpless, ticklish laugthter.
"NOOOOOO!!!! HOOOOHOHOOOOOHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEWWHHAAAAAHAHAHEEEEEEE
EEEE!!!! NOT MY UNDERARMS!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAA!!!!! DON'T TICKLE MY UNDERARMS!!! HHAHAAAAHEHHEEEEEE!!!! NOT MY TICKLISH UNDERARMS!!!!!WHEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Madonna was a mess. Sweaty. Matted hair. And finally the ultimate humiliation. She peed all over herself.
Just then, the door opened. Jodie, Jennifer, and Gwyneth were staring at Madonna's wide eyes and uncontrollabl laughng. Madonna couldn't even think when she saw them. All she could think about was how horribly ticklish she was.
"Wow. She seems really, really ticklish." commented Jodie.
"She is. Look! She peed all ovr herself." Gwen said as she continued to tickle Madonna's silky, smooth underarms.
"EWWWWW!! Pee. Piggy Madonna." giggled Jennifer Aniston.
"HAHAAAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!! YOU'VE..HAHAHAAAAAAA...YOU'VE AD YOUR FUN!! NOW MAKE HER STOP!!!!!HAHHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Make her stop? Hon, you're torture hasn't even begun yet." Gwyneth said with a smile on her face. Then Jodie, Jennifer, and Gwyneth grinned at her and began to poke ather ticklish waist. Madonna began to scream like a madwoman.
" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!HAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA
HAHHHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!NO MORE TICKLING!!!! NO MORE TICKLING!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAHEHEHHEHEEHEHHEEEEEEEEENOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
"Just then, Gwen whispered in er ear, "Open wide dear." And then Jodie sprayed the dammned gas right into Madonna's wide oen lauhing mouth. She was out within seconds. A huge, insane grin on her face. The girlsbegan to untie her fo her next session.
"You girls are going to love her. She's more ticklish than Jennifer." said Gwen as she undid one of the starps. Jennifer dropped her head, giggled and blushed.
Jodie stole a quick glance at Madonna's bare feet.
"I can't wait." Jodie said as she felt moisture gather in her vagina.
TO BE CONTINUED......
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XII (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XII
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
Madonna was beginning to wake up. She had felt a light tapping against her cheek. It was a welcome tap. It freed her from the horrible tickle dream she had been having. In the dream, Gwen Stefani was a horrid tickle monster with 27 arms and hundreds of fingers. The Gwen-tickle-monster had been tickling Madonna crazy. Hundreds of fingers tickled every square inch of her incredibly ticklish body. The monster kept repeating the same thing over and over.
"You brought this on yourself!!! You brought this on yourself!!!"
And Madonna knew the truth. That had been the worse part of the dream. She had brought all of this on herself. But now she was awake. The horrors of dream world would have to wait. For, now, she had to endure the horror of the real world. She couldn't move a muscle. She knew immidiately she had been tied up again. About the only thing she could move was her toes. She could wiggle her toes. That was it. She knew immidiately what this meant. She opened her eyes to see who had been tapping her. But she didn't see a person. She saw something beautiful. Something glorious. Something she wanted more than anything in the world. She saw Jodie Foster's feet. The beautiful, bare soles of Jodie Foster. Her feet were planted directly in Madonna's face. She was spellbound. Then she heard Jodie's voice.
"Do you like my feet, Madonna?"
No answer. Madonna just couldn't think clear enough to make a rational statement. Her vagina was wet and throbbing. And she could do nothing more than sit there and feel Jodie's baby-soft soles pressed against her face.
"Answer me, Madonna. Do you like my feet?"
"Yes i do. I love your feet. They're beautiful." Madonna said after she cleared her mind and her throat. She tried desperately to lick them, but everytime she slid her tounge out of her mouth, Jodie pulled them back about 3 inches. This was terrible. Madonna began to tear up.
"Remember how you used to lick them? Caress them? Suck on my supple, plump toes? Remember how you used to TICKLE them? Tickle them with your mouth and tounge? Tickle-suck my toes until i had peed myself? Remember that?"
Madonna couldn't answer. She just wanted Jodie's entire bare foot inside her mouth, and the other one inside her vagina. She was finally able to blurt out, "Yes. I remember."
"Well, guess what. You'll never have the opportunity to do that again. The only time you'll ever suck MY toes is when it's for my pleasure. Remember when you made poor Jennifer suck my toes, because you thought it would tickle? It didn't. It felt good. Very good. You'll be sucking my toes like that soon. You'll be sucking ALL of our toes soon. How does that sound?"
Madonna didn't answer her. She just sniffed Jodie's sensuous feet. Breathing in their sweet aroma. Then Jodie pinched Madonna's nose with her big and second toes. Madonna began to feel that rising fear in the pit of her stomach again. Shivering all over, she asked, "Jodie? What are you going to do to me?"
"Why, i'm going to tickle your feet, silly!!" Jodie answered as she slithered down towards Madonna's bare, helpless feet. They hung just over the edge of the table, restricting all movement. Her entire, naked body had been bound and she had been lain on her back. She was in the exact same position Jodie had been in when she had first come here. Madonna deeply regretted the whole thing now. Jodie was now eyeing Madonna's feet like a shark. Trying not to sound as desperate and scared as she was, Madonna spoke up.
"Wait! Before you do something you'll regret, i think you'll want to know something."
"Let me guess. You're not ticklish." Jodie said with an alluring sneer. Madonna was again frightened, but regained composure quickly.
"No. Gwen. When she was tickling me, she mentioned her real plans." Madonna said this with an I-Know-Something-You-Don't-Know tone that made Jodie want to not only tickle her feet, but to tear them off and stuff them in a feathered pillow.
"Oh? Well, Madge, why don't you tell me Gwen's real plans? I'd love to know." Jodie was losing paitience.
"She said after she finishes with me, she...ummm...she was going to go after you and Gwyneth...and..ummm..the other one." Madonna could barely speak.
"The other one. The other one? THE OTHER ONE?!!?!?! Jodie yelled so loud, Madonna almost screamed, but she just whimpered and tried not to lose control. Jodie went on...
"The other one, as you so casualy put it, has a name. Jennifer! Jennifer Aniston."
"Ye....yeah i know. But Gwen said....." Jodie cut her off sharply.
"You're a little lying, ticklish little tramp. Remember how you made Jennifer suck my toes, because you thought it would tickle? Remember that? It didn't tickle, did it?" Madonna was trembling, mostly because Jodie had moved away from her feet and was now whispering in her ear. She nodded yes and closed her eyes in shame.
"It felt good. It felt real good. Toes are sensitive. And toes are sexy. We all had alot of time to get to know the sensitivity limit of the feet. And soon, you will....."
Jodie slid back down to Madonna's bare feet. She admired the cute feet. Madonna had cute feet. Cute and ticklish. Jodie cracked her knuckles, and Madonna screamed out at last.
"DON'T DO THIS!!!!! DON'T TICKLE ME!!!! PLEASE!!!! I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON!!!! I'M SORRY!! I'M NOT TICKLISH!!! I'LL GIVE YOU 30 MILLION DOLLARS NOT TO TICKLE ME!!!!"
"Tickle. Tickle Tickle." Jodie said as she scrabled her fingertips up and down Madonna's sexy feet. Her reaction had been at first small then exploded in an explosion of helpless giggles that filled the room. Jodie kept it up by rotating her wiggling fingers in a zig-zag pattern that drove poor Madonna nuts with electric-light tickling.
"HEEEE...HAAAHAA.HEEEEEEEE!!!!! STOP!!!HEEHEEHEEEEEEYEEEEHAAAHAAAAAAA!!! OH!! OH!! HEEHEEHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Madonna was in agony. She couldn't move an inch. She couldn't escape anyof it. Just wiggle her toes. And they wiggled alot.
"Awww, wiggly little piggies." Jodie stopped suddenly and giggled to herself.
"This little piggy went to market."
"NO!! NOT THE PIGGIES!!"
"This little piggy stayed home."
"STOP!! THIS IS HUMILIATING!!! DON'T!"
"This little piggy had roast beef."
"OH!! STOP!!!"
"This little piggy had none."
"OH MY POOR PIGGIES."
"And this little piggy went........... WEEWEEWEEWEEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLTHEEE
EWAAAAAYYYHOOOOOOME!!!!!!" Jodie screamed as she rant a toothbrush across all ten of Madonna's toes.
" AAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!HEEEHEHEEEHEEWHWWAAAAAAA
HHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!!!!! HAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!AAAAAAAAHAHAAAHEHEEEEE!!!!"
Jodie continued to brush Madonna's soft toes for a good period of time. She put down the toothbrush to pick up a feather duster. She stood up and began to dust Madonna's super-sensitive feet. And when she felt those soft feathers moving briskly across her toes and bare soles, she nearly giggled herself out of her skin.
"HEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!! HOOHOOWHEEHHEEEEE!!!! OH!!! HEHEEEEE!!!THOSE FEATHERS!!!! STOP!!!HEEEEEYAAHAAAHAAA!!! TICKLES!!!! HAAHAAAAA!!!!" Madonna's face was scrunged up like she sucked on a lemon as the duster tickled her into fit. Jodie started to tease her about her silly ticklishness.
"Wow. You're really something," Jodie said as she continued dusting The Material Girl's feet, "You call people tickle-toys, and you're this little, ticklish cutie." Jodie was using a mocking tone that added to her ticklishness, embarassment, and her growing horniness.
"HEEEHHEEEEE!!! SHUT...HEHEHHEEEEHAHAAA!!! STOP MAKING FUN OF MEEHEEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!"
"Tickle, tickle,tickle, Madonna!! Does the big, bad feather duster tickle?? Huh? Does it tickle? Answer me!!"
"HEHEEEEEEEEYEEEEEHEHEEEE!!!!!YES!!!!! IT TICK..AHAHAAHEEEEEE!!!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!!HEEEEWHOOHOOOHEEEHEHEEEEE!!!!!"
Jodie was smiling wickedly. They were almost complete. She was nearly there. She just needed to be broken slightly more. Dropping the feather duster, she quickly replaced it with her fingers. Scrabbling and digging into every crevice, curve and spot on Madonna's baby-soft feet, she got her biggest reaction yet.
" AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!NO!!!!NO!!!!WHAAHA
HAAAAAAAYAAHAHAAAA!!!!! HOO!!HOOO!!!HOOOHOOAAAAAHAAAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!! NO MORE!!!!HAHAAAAAA!!!!TICKLES!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!!HAHAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEHWAAAAHAHAAAAA!!! OH MY FEET!!!!HAHAAAAAHEHEHEHWHAAAAAA!!!!!"
Madonna was in sheer agony! The torture was killing her. And, to top it off, her helpless, out-of-control position was really turning her on. The tickling was awakening every single sensation in her body, and every sensation tickled. She was becoming more ticklish and hornier than she ever dreamed possible. The tickling made it impossible to compose rational thought. Just when she thought she would expolde, Jodie abruptly stopped and left the room. Madonna lay whimpering on the table, in danger of of becoming a quivering mass of sexually frustrated ticklishness. When Jodie returned, she held something that made Madonna ill with fear.
"WHA.....WHAT IS THAT??? oh my..heeehe.....WHAT IS THAT??"
"Oh this?? This is something i made just for you. It's basicly 5 of your nicest feather boas stitched into one long tickle-snake."
Madonna shivered in horror at the sight of Jodie Foster holding an almost 12 foot long feather boa." Jodie leaned in close to Madonna's face, until they were practicly nose to nose.
"Remember the ripcord, dear? Because i sure do." Jodie said as she began to weave the end of the giant boa in between Madonna's insanely ticklish toes. Madonna began to beg.
"Please, Jodie. No more! You're killing me. I can't handle what you're about to do! I'm too ticklish!!"
Jodie said nothing. She just grinned as she began pulling the boa through Madonna's plump toes. Her toes reacted like they'd been hit with an electric current, while Madonna screamed in helpless, ticklish hysteria.
"HEEEEEYAAAAHAHAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!! OH MY GOAAHAHAAAAAAHAAAAD!!! STOP!!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Madonna had tears running down her face and sweat pouring out of her and all at once, the tickling stopped. She giggled silently in ticklish aftershocks, her toes wiggling out of instinct to escape their position. Just the, Jodie's bare foot was right in front of her face.
"Suck my toes."
"What? huh...what?" Madonna asked out of shocked bewilderment.
"Suck my toes. Now!"
Madonna, a little puzzeled, obediantly began to take Jodie's plump toes in her mouth. Just then, however, Jodie pulled her foot back.
"But be warned. If you tickle my toes with you're tounge, you will pay a serious price. Do you understand?" Jodie spoke with an intimidatingly athouritative tone.
"Yes." Madonna said meekly.
"Yes what?"
"Yes Ma'am." Madonna said this as she swallowed what was left of her pride. Then, as Jodie lowered he foot back to her mouth, Madonna took all five toes into her mouth. She lovingly sucked on each toe, carressing them individualy with her tounge in the most soothing manner. Jodie moaned slightly and began to lightly massage her swollen clit.
"Oooohhh. Mmmmmm, yeah. Just like that. Ooohh yeah, you're a good little toe sucker, aren't you."
Being called a good little toe sucker awakened Madonna's anger at what was happening to her and she spitefully began to wiggle her tounge ticklishly back and forth across Jodie's own ticklish toes.
"AHHH!!!! THAT TICKLED, YOU LITTLE TRAMP!!!!" Jodie screamed as she pulled her foot out of Madonna's mouth. Her first thought was to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but Jodie's angry face appeared over her within seconds.
"You're going to regret that, you uppity, little bitch!" Jodie scolded as she gave Madonna a big burst of the gas. Madonna lay there, unconcious for several minutes.
Madonna was awoken by a pinch on the ankle. Her head was tied down even tighter, and she couldn't even see her feet. She saw Jodie Foster rise up from her helpless feet, at the same time as Gwen, Jennifer and Gwyneth came in the room. Madonna trembled with fear just as Gwen spoke.
"Hey, you. You were bad, weren't you?"
"Yeah. We thought maybe you had learned you're lesson, and then you go and tickle Jodie's toes? You naughty little girl." Gwyneth scolded. Just then, Madonna caught a whiff of something. Intense fear welled up inside of her as she struggled to speak.
"Wh....why do i smell.....peanut butter?!?!"
"Because it's all over your feet, and we're all going to eat off." Jodie said, as Gwen giggled.
"NO!!!!! Don't do tha........."
Before Madonna could finish, all 4 girls got on their hands and knees and started to lick, suck, and chew all of the peanut butter they had slathered on her bare feet while she had been unconcious. Jodie raked it off with her teeth, while Gwen sweetly nibbled it off Madonna's crazy ticklish toes. Jennifer and Gwyneth took turns sucking off little spots on Madonna's ticklish bare soles. Madonna was screaming!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWHWHAHAHAHHAAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!! HAHAAHAHAAHAAAAAAAWHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!AAAAAAA!
!!!AHAHAHHAHAAAAAA!!!!! THAT TICKLES STOP!!!!!!HAHAHHAHAAAAAA!!!!!OOOHHHHHHH!!!!OHHHHHM
Y....AHAHHAAAAAAAAA.OHHHHHH......MMMMMM...HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Madonna was begining to feel that feeling again. It was rushing up on her. She began to cough out choked laughter as the girls' raging tounges and teeth were stripping the peanut butter off her hyper-ticklish feet,and she bagan to moan and sqeal as a major orgasm started to rush up on her. It made her whole body tickle and quake. It was happening again. Dear god she was going to have another tickle-gasm!!!! And right before she blew, just as her mind began to shake apart, Jodie shot her face full of the gas. Madonna was out-cold. A frozen, shocked, insane type of giggle-moan was frozen upon her face. Her nightmare was not yet over. Madonna would soon come full-circle with her "Tickle Chamber."
TO BE CONTINUED........
Madonna's Tickle Chamber X
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jenifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
"Tickle tickle tickle, my little pets." Madonna whispered as she wiggled her fingers at her captive bunch of tickle-toys. Although all 4 girls were awake, they feigned un-conciousness. They all braced themselves for an all out tickle attack. Instead, starting with Jenifer, they felt a little object be placed in their belly-buttons. They realized with dawning horror, that it was the cursed tickle-buggs. Then they heard Madonna speak.
"Wake up, toys." then they heard the click of a button. All 4 girls screamed out in helpless, ticklish laughter as the bristles vibrated all over their oh-so ticklish bellybuttons.
"WHAAAAA!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHHHEEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Screamed Jennifer
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAASTOPIT!!!!!!" Begged Jodie.
" WHOOOOHOOHHHHOHOHOHOOOOOOOHEHEHEHHEEEEEYAAAAAA!!!!
" Giggled Gwen.
"NO!!NO!!NO!!!HAHAHAAHAAAAHEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!" Laughed Gwyneth.
Madonna sat back and watched this ticklish display with increasing glee. She began to speak to her ticklees.
"Well, well, well. To sit here and watch you 4 wiggle and squirm and giggle and beg, is almost as good as tickling you toys with my bare hands." Madonna continued to speak as she gently massaged her swollen vagina.
"I hope you're getting used to all of this. But if not, that's ok. You'll have plenty more opportunities to. You'll be tickled here forever. Giving me pleasure. Getting me off with your toes." She looked directly at Jodie Foster as she said that last part. Just then, she clicked off Jodie's bugg, and leapt to her bare, bound, baby-oft feet and begn to savagely lick her sole. Jodie went tickl-berserk!!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! STOP IT!!!!! STOP IT!!!!NOT MY FEET!!!!!HEHEHEEEEEEHEHEHEEEHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAOHMYG
OD!!!!!!!" Jodie screamed, giggled and beggd as Madonna ran her tounge up and down Jodie's feet and in between her ticklish toes.
"HAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!! LEA..EHEHEHEEEEEE...LEAVE HER ALONE!!! HAHAHAAAAHHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! Yelled a tickle-tortured Gwen Stefani.
Madonna, Jodie's big toe lodged in her mouth, looked over at her. She stopped licking Jodie's toes. Jodie gigled silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She clicked off all of the tickle-buggs, and began to remove them from the bellybutton's of Jennifer, Jodie, &, Gwyneth.
"So. You want to be Ms. Hero, huh? Want me to leave poor Jodie's tootsies alone. Ok."
Madonna began to place the tickle-buggs on Gwen. 2 on each underarm, and one on her nipple. She then slid down to Gwen's feet. Gwen looked at her with a dawning sense of horror. She began to cry as Madonna grinned up at her. Then at once, all three tickle-buggs vibrated all over her ticklespots. The one on her nipple made her breat wiggle and shake in the cutest way. At the same time, Madonna was running her finges up and down gwen's ticklish bare feet. The lead singer of No Doubt was thrown into a ticklish hell.
" AAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!NONONONONONNNO
NONNOMORE!!!!!!HAHAHAAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEWHEHEEEEEEEEEH
EHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!NO MORE TICKLING!!!!PLEASE!!!!!HAHAAAAAHAHAAHAAAAAAWHOOOOO
OOHOHHOHOOOOOO!!!!"
Gwen screamed and laughed as the tickling sensations savaged her senses. Madonna loved every single,ticklish minute of the torture.
She played this-little-piggy with Gwen's plump, soft toes whilethe Buggs did their ticklish worst. Madonna stopped tickling her feet, looked up at Gwen and dove all 10 fingers into Gwen's ribcage.
"Tickle tickle tickle, Gwen!!!! I love tickling your ticlish body!!! And i know you love it to!!!" Madonna teased as she kneaded the ticklish flesh of Gwen Stefani's ribs.
" AAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!STOPSTOPSTO
P!!!!!OHMYGODSTOP!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEEE
!!!!" Gwen's hair was matted to her sweaty, red face. She felt her bladder again start to quiver. She was petrified of wetting herself again. She thought Madonna's tickle assault was going to be the death of her, when she heard Jennifer Aniston begin to hum a familliar tune. That's right. She was humming "I Love Rock & Roll." Madonna stopped tickling Gwen and shot an icy glare at Jennifer. She turned off the tickle-buggs, and went over to her. Gwen's chest heaved in and out as she struggled to catch her breath.
"What are you doing, toy?" Madonna asked dominantly.
"Just humming. I love that song, don't you?" Jennifer said with a sly little grin. Madonna stared at her with an angry, evil look.
"No. But i love this song!!" Madonna shouted as she jabbed her fingers in Jennifer's underarms. Jennifer went nuts as Madonna wiggled her fingers in the ticklsh hollows.
" WHEEEEEHEHEHEEEEHEHEEEHEHEHEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
! HELP!!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAASTOP!!!!!IT TICKLES SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!! IT TICKLES!!! IT TCKLES!!!!!AAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEE
EE!!!!"
Jennifer laughed and giggled like a little girl as Madonna continued to tickle her ticklish underarms. Then, still tickling her pits, Madonna pressed her mouth up to her tummy an began to lick her bellybutton. Jennifer Aniston had never felt a tounge licking her bellybuttn. The horribly, tickish sensations it provided were almost too much. She began to convulse with ticklish laughter.
"HAA..WHAAAA..HEEE...AAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAHAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!! THAT TICKLES TOOOOO MUCH!!!!! STOP IT!!!! PLEASE!!!! STOP LICKING MY BELLYBUTTON!!!!HAHAAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!"
Jennifer screamed and begged and laughed, but Madonna persisted in licking the ticklish walls of her navel. Just then she heard Gwyneth Paltrow start to yell something.
"Hey!!! Madonna!! You're an asshole. Do you know that?"
Madonna jumped up, aggravated allready by everyone being deliberately insulting to her, ran over and without so much as warning started tickling Gwyneth's underarms.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAHEHEHEEHEEEEEEE!!!! TICKLE ME....TICKLE ME....HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEEE!! TICKLE ME ALL YOU WANT..AHAHAHAA...BUT YOU'RE STILL AN ASSHOLE!!! HAHAHAAAAAHAHAAHAAAA!!!!
Madonna continued to tickle, then abruptly stopped. She lookedinto Gwyneth's eyes. Then she began to do something strange. Madonna began to unlace the leather boots she was wearing. She pulled them off, along with the lace stockings she had on, exposing her soft,beautiful, bare feet. Madonna layed on the floor, and raised her bare feet up to Gwyneth's underarms. She started wiggling her toes inside Gwyneth's unerarms. Hard as it is to believe, Madonna was tickling Gwyneth Paltrow with her toes!!!
"HAAHAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!!HAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEE!!! Gwyneth laughed and giggled as Madonna tickled her. Madonna herself had to giggle at th way she was tickling her.
Gwen looked over at her. Madonna's feet were now level with her face. She picked her spot and licked Madonna's sole. Madonna shrieked and fell over backward, turning red as she rubbed her bare sole. She looked back up at them, horrified. Unable to say anything. All 4 girls looked dis-believingly. Then they began to laugh. Not a ticklish laugh, but a cocky, arogant laugh.
"Haaa, well, it looks like big bad Madonna has tickly little feet, huh?" said Gwen.
"Wow, i mean, i knew she would be ticklish, but that was really something." said Gwyneth.
"Hey, Gwen, how did her foot taste?" asked Jodie.
"Hey, girls,i'll bet if we tickled her she'd wet her pants."
The girls kept laughing and talking and making fun of Maonna's apparent ticklishness. Madonna looked like she was about to cry.
"STOP!!! Stop making fun of me!!!!! I'm you're dominant mistresss!!! You're my tickle slaves!!! All of you!!!! I"m not ticklish!!! Stop making fun of me!!!!" Madonna's voice was beginning to crack. The girls just ignored her and kept on making fun of how ticklish she seemed to be. Madonna hd decided she'd heard enough. He ego had taken a hell of a blow, and she just wanted to go upstairs and give herself an orgasm and try to forget all about this incidednt. She went ove to the multi=pronged extension for the damned gas and threatened all 4 of them.
"When i come back, i'm going to tickle you all to death. You'll kiss my ass to kill you!!!" She pressed down the button for the gas.
"NOW!!!!!" Screamed Gwyneth.
Just as the gas came out, all 4 girls blew the gas right back into Madonna's face. Madonna stumbled backward, a shocked expression on her face. She looked up at her captives and fell to the ground. She was down. Madonna was unconcious. The girls looked at each other.
"Okay. She's out. Now how do we get out of this bondage." Asked Jodie.
"LOOK!!!" Yelled Jennifer. All the girls looked in dis-belief at Madonna's ass. There was a key taped to it. They weren't sure what it was for, but it could be for the cuffs that held their arms up. Madonna's ass was just about level with Jodie's feet. She manuvered her toes as best she could. She was finally able to pinch the key between her big toe, and second toe. Holding the key with her toes, she flipped her toes upward, sending the key flying right into her open hand. It took a few minutes to manuver her wrist in the right manner, but she finally did and slipped the key into the lock. She turned the key, and her eyes lit up as the cuffs opened. Her right arm was free!!!! All 4 girls yelled their approval. Jodie freed herself completely, then freed the others. Jodie, Gwen, Jennifer an Gwyneth hugged each other in celebration. They were free!!! For the first time in over 2 weeks, they were free!!! They looked down at Maonna's unconcious body.
"Well, what should we do?" asked Jennifer.
"I think we all know the answer to that." said Gwen as she grinned evily.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Madonna's Tickle Camber 11 (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XI
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
It had been more than 2 months since world famous pop superstar, Madonna,kidnapped 3 beautiful stars and tickle-tortured the life out of them. Their names were Gwen Stefani, Jodie Foster, Jennife Aniston, and, Gwyneth Paltrow. Once the truth about her "tickle-fetish" had been revealed, the girls were one step closer to beating Madonna. Well, she had been beaten, and now she lay on one of her own tables to endure the same tortre she enflicted so joyfuly. Revenge. It's fantastic!
Madonna was slowly waking up. Her mind was in a haze. She shivered and realized that she was naked. Then stone-cold fear expolded in her mind wen she realized she was tied-down. She quickly clared her mind and opened her eyes. Her heart almos stopped when she realized how she was tied. Her feet were under her butt, and her arms were tied together above her head, forearms behind head. He beautiful midsection was stretched tight. She recognized this position at once. It was the same way she had tied Gwen when she first broughther here. Upperbody tick........
Madonna jerked with a start as the door opened. Her mouth dropped open as Gwen Stefani strolled in. Madonna's vagina flutered as she gazed upon this vision. Gwen had done up her hair in a bun,applied generous amounts of make-up, and as wearing a very sexy nurses-type outfit. Madonna almost cried at the thought that once this beautiful woman was a tickle slave. Just then, Gwen spoke.
"Hello Madonna. Comfy?" asked Gwen, with a devius smile. Madonna said nothing. Just stared at her with a mixture of fear and anger. Gwen spoke again.
"Not talking, huh? Well that's fine, but here's the drill. We could send you to prison for what you did. You might even be sent to a mental hospital. But we figure, an eye for an eye. A tickle for a tickle."
"I'm not ticklish." Madonna said as she looked away from Gwen's beautiful brown eyes. Fear was beginning to ake over her entire mind.
"You're not ticklish? Well, we'll see. We have all the time in the world. By the way.." Gwen leaned down to Madonna's ear and whispered, "We know about the Tickle-gasm."
Madonna's eyes went wide and goose-bumps spread across her body.
"I..i don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't???? Well, don't worry. You'll have plety of time to catch up. Are you ready to be tickled, sweetie?" Gwen asked as she began to approach Madonna.
"WAIT!! Gwen, listen to me. I've had some time to think. I realize now that what I did to you and the others was wrong. I'm sorry. Truly." Madonna tried to sound composed, but her deadly fear of being tickled was creeping into her voice.
"You're sorry, huh? Well, you're gonna be." Gwen walked to Madonna's right side.
"Please Gwen!! I beg of you!! Don't tickle me. PLEASE!!" Tears were running down Madonna's face. Gwen smirked at her and said, "Aww, don't cry. LAUGH!"
Gwen took he right left index finger ad lighly ran it down Madonna's right exposed armpit. Madonna giggled in spite of herself.
"heeeheeheeeeee!!!" Don't do that!!!!"
"Don't do what?? This?" Gwen began running her right index finger along Madonna's left exposed armpit. Up and down, up and down.
"STOP IT!! HEHEEEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!! STOP IT NOW!!!! HEHEEEEEEEYEEEHHEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Madonna was giggling like a little girl. The tickling was horrible. Embarrasing. Madonna hated to be embarrassed. Her skin blushed red, and then, finally, Gwen stopped. But then she lowered herself down towards Madonna's tummy. She dug all 10 fingers in her belly and tikled like a pro. Madonna's head shot back as the tickling took her to another world.
"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!! STOP IT!!!!HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!! OH, PLEASE STOP!!!!! HEHEEEEEEHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!"
"Not ticklish, huh? Liar. You're more ticklish than Jennifer." Gwen giggled and began to spider her fingers up Madonna's ribs. Digging at her sides and kneading her knuckles in Madonna's ribs. Madonna was going beserk.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!! OH MY GOAAAHAHAAAAAAD!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! STOP IT PLEHEEEHEEEEASEEEEEE!!!! I'M SORRY!!!!! HHAHAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEE!!" Madonna's eyes were almost bulging from her sockets.
"Do you like this? Being tied, helpless and tickled non-stop? Does this turn you on?" Gwen said this as she intensified her rib-tickling.
"NOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I HATE THIS!!! STOP IT YOU BITCH!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEEEHEEEEEEWHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Gwen ran all twenty of her fingers up to Madonna's neck, where she used all 10 to tickle the back of The Material Girl's ticklish neck. Madonna really began to lose it at this point. Her eyes squezed shut, and she tried to hunch her shoulders, but she was absolutly imobile.
"HAHAAAAAAAHEHEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEEEEEE!!!! NO MORE!!!! NOT MY NECK!!!!HAHAAHAHAAHAAAHEHEHEEEEEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle!! Kootchy kootchy kooooooooo!! Gwen was ticking her neck and shoulders non-stop. Just then, she looked down at Madonna's crotch and saw some fluid leak out.
"Hey, you're not going to pee yourself, are you?" Gwen asked.
"HAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAHEHEEEEEEEEEE!!!! NO!!!! NEVER!!! HAHHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Madonna was being humiliated. She couldn't pee. It would undo her. She pledged to herself she wouldn't, when Gwen hooked both of her index fingers into both of Madonna's underarms and wriggled them terribly. This was the straw that broke the camels back. Madonna's resolve collpased into a torrent of helpless, ticklish laugthter.
"NOOOOOO!!!! HOOOOHOHOOOOOHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEWWHHAAAAAHAHAHEEEEEEE
EEEE!!!! NOT MY UNDERARMS!!!!!HAHAHAAAAAA!!!!! DON'T TICKLE MY UNDERARMS!!! HHAHAAAAHEHHEEEEEE!!!! NOT MY TICKLISH UNDERARMS!!!!!WHEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Madonna was a mess. Sweaty. Matted hair. And finally the ultimate humiliation. She peed all over herself.
Just then, the door opened. Jodie, Jennifer, and Gwyneth were staring at Madonna's wide eyes and uncontrollabl laughng. Madonna couldn't even think when she saw them. All she could think about was how horribly ticklish she was.
"Wow. She seems really, really ticklish." commented Jodie.
"She is. Look! She peed all ovr herself." Gwen said as she continued to tickle Madonna's silky, smooth underarms.
"EWWWWW!! Pee. Piggy Madonna." giggled Jennifer Aniston.
"HAHAAAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!! YOU'VE..HAHAHAAAAAAA...YOU'VE AD YOUR FUN!! NOW MAKE HER STOP!!!!!HAHHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Make her stop? Hon, you're torture hasn't even begun yet." Gwyneth said with a smile on her face. Then Jodie, Jennifer, and Gwyneth grinned at her and began to poke ather ticklish waist. Madonna began to scream like a madwoman.
" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!HAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA
HAHHHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!NO MORE TICKLING!!!! NO MORE TICKLING!!!!!HAHAHAHAAAHEHEHHEHEEHEHHEEEEEEEEENOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
"Just then, Gwen whispered in er ear, "Open wide dear." And then Jodie sprayed the dammned gas right into Madonna's wide oen lauhing mouth. She was out within seconds. A huge, insane grin on her face. The girlsbegan to untie her fo her next session.
"You girls are going to love her. She's more ticklish than Jennifer." said Gwen as she undid one of the starps. Jennifer dropped her head, giggled and blushed.
Jodie stole a quick glance at Madonna's bare feet.
"I can't wait." Jodie said as she felt moisture gather in her vagina.
TO BE CONTINUED......
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XII (By Fiktishish)
Madonna's Tickle Chamber XII
Starring
Madonna
Gwen Stefani
Jodie Foster
Jennifer Aniston
&
Gwyneth Paltrow
Madonna was beginning to wake up. She had felt a light tapping against her cheek. It was a welcome tap. It freed her from the horrible tickle dream she had been having. In the dream, Gwen Stefani was a horrid tickle monster with 27 arms and hundreds of fingers. The Gwen-tickle-monster had been tickling Madonna crazy. Hundreds of fingers tickled every square inch of her incredibly ticklish body. The monster kept repeating the same thing over and over.
"You brought this on yourself!!! You brought this on yourself!!!"
And Madonna knew the truth. That had been the worse part of the dream. She had brought all of this on herself. But now she was awake. The horrors of dream world would have to wait. For, now, she had to endure the horror of the real world. She couldn't move a muscle. She knew immidiately she had been tied up again. About the only thing she could move was her toes. She could wiggle her toes. That was it. She knew immidiately what this meant. She opened her eyes to see who had been tapping her. But she didn't see a person. She saw something beautiful. Something glorious. Something she wanted more than anything in the world. She saw Jodie Foster's feet. The beautiful, bare soles of Jodie Foster. Her feet were planted directly in Madonna's face. She was spellbound. Then she heard Jodie's voice.
"Do you like my feet, Madonna?"
No answer. Madonna just couldn't think clear enough to make a rational statement. Her vagina was wet and throbbing. And she could do nothing more than sit there and feel Jodie's baby-soft soles pressed against her face.
"Answer me, Madonna. Do you like my feet?"
"Yes i do. I love your feet. They're beautiful." Madonna said after she cleared her mind and her throat. She tried desperately to lick them, but everytime she slid her tounge out of her mouth, Jodie pulled them back about 3 inches. This was terrible. Madonna began to tear up.
"Remember how you used to lick them? Caress them? Suck on my supple, plump toes? Remember how you used to TICKLE them? Tickle them with your mouth and tounge? Tickle-suck my toes until i had peed myself? Remember that?"
Madonna couldn't answer. She just wanted Jodie's entire bare foot inside her mouth, and the other one inside her vagina. She was finally able to blurt out, "Yes. I remember."
"Well, guess what. You'll never have the opportunity to do that again. The only time you'll ever suck MY toes is when it's for my pleasure. Remember when you made poor Jennifer suck my toes, because you thought it would tickle? It didn't. It felt good. Very good. You'll be sucking my toes like that soon. You'll be sucking ALL of our toes soon. How does that sound?"
Madonna didn't answer her. She just sniffed Jodie's sensuous feet. Breathing in their sweet aroma. Then Jodie pinched Madonna's nose with her big and second toes. Madonna began to feel that rising fear in the pit of her stomach again. Shivering all over, she asked, "Jodie? What are you going to do to me?"
"Why, i'm going to tickle your feet, silly!!" Jodie answered as she slithered down towards Madonna's bare, helpless feet. They hung just over the edge of the table, restricting all movement. Her entire, naked body had been bound and she had been lain on her back. She was in the exact same position Jodie had been in when she had first come here. Madonna deeply regretted the whole thing now. Jodie was now eyeing Madonna's feet like a shark. Trying not to sound as desperate and scared as she was, Madonna spoke up.
"Wait! Before you do something you'll regret, i think you'll want to know something."
"Let me guess. You're not ticklish." Jodie said with an alluring sneer. Madonna was again frightened, but regained composure quickly.
"No. Gwen. When she was tickling me, she mentioned her real plans." Madonna said this with an I-Know-Something-You-Don't-Know tone that made Jodie want to not only tickle her feet, but to tear them off and stuff them in a feathered pillow.
"Oh? Well, Madge, why don't you tell me Gwen's real plans? I'd love to know." Jodie was losing paitience.
"She said after she finishes with me, she...ummm...she was going to go after you and Gwyneth...and..ummm..the other one." Madonna could barely speak.
"The other one. The other one? THE OTHER ONE?!!?!?! Jodie yelled so loud, Madonna almost screamed, but she just whimpered and tried not to lose control. Jodie went on...
"The other one, as you so casualy put it, has a name. Jennifer! Jennifer Aniston."
"Ye....yeah i know. But Gwen said....." Jodie cut her off sharply.
"You're a little lying, ticklish little tramp. Remember how you made Jennifer suck my toes, because you thought it would tickle? Remember that? It didn't tickle, did it?" Madonna was trembling, mostly because Jodie had moved away from her feet and was now whispering in her ear. She nodded yes and closed her eyes in shame.
"It felt good. It felt real good. Toes are sensitive. And toes are sexy. We all had alot of time to get to know the sensitivity limit of the feet. And soon, you will....."
Jodie slid back down to Madonna's bare feet. She admired the cute feet. Madonna had cute feet. Cute and ticklish. Jodie cracked her knuckles, and Madonna screamed out at last.
"DON'T DO THIS!!!!! DON'T TICKLE ME!!!! PLEASE!!!! I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON!!!! I'M SORRY!! I'M NOT TICKLISH!!! I'LL GIVE YOU 30 MILLION DOLLARS NOT TO TICKLE ME!!!!"
"Tickle. Tickle Tickle." Jodie said as she scrabled her fingertips up and down Madonna's sexy feet. Her reaction had been at first small then exploded in an explosion of helpless giggles that filled the room. Jodie kept it up by rotating her wiggling fingers in a zig-zag pattern that drove poor Madonna nuts with electric-light tickling.
"HEEEE...HAAAHAA.HEEEEEEEE!!!!! STOP!!!HEEHEEHEEEEEEYEEEEHAAAHAAAAAAA!!! OH!! OH!! HEEHEEHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Madonna was in agony. She couldn't move an inch. She couldn't escape anyof it. Just wiggle her toes. And they wiggled alot.
"Awww, wiggly little piggies." Jodie stopped suddenly and giggled to herself.
"This little piggy went to market."
"NO!! NOT THE PIGGIES!!"
"This little piggy stayed home."
"STOP!! THIS IS HUMILIATING!!! DON'T!"
"This little piggy had roast beef."
"OH!! STOP!!!"
"This little piggy had none."
"OH MY POOR PIGGIES."
"And this little piggy went........... WEEWEEWEEWEEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLTHEEE
EWAAAAAYYYHOOOOOOME!!!!!!" Jodie screamed as she rant a toothbrush across all ten of Madonna's toes.
" AAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!HEEEHEHEEEHEEWHWWAAAAAAA
HHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!!!!! HAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!AAAAAAAAHAHAAAHEHEEEEE!!!!"
Jodie continued to brush Madonna's soft toes for a good period of time. She put down the toothbrush to pick up a feather duster. She stood up and began to dust Madonna's super-sensitive feet. And when she felt those soft feathers moving briskly across her toes and bare soles, she nearly giggled herself out of her skin.
"HEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!! HOOHOOWHEEHHEEEEE!!!! OH!!! HEHEEEEE!!!THOSE FEATHERS!!!! STOP!!!HEEEEEYAAHAAAHAAA!!! TICKLES!!!! HAAHAAAAA!!!!" Madonna's face was scrunged up like she sucked on a lemon as the duster tickled her into fit. Jodie started to tease her about her silly ticklishness.
"Wow. You're really something," Jodie said as she continued dusting The Material Girl's feet, "You call people tickle-toys, and you're this little, ticklish cutie." Jodie was using a mocking tone that added to her ticklishness, embarassment, and her growing horniness.
"HEEEHHEEEEE!!! SHUT...HEHEHHEEEEHAHAAA!!! STOP MAKING FUN OF MEEHEEEHEHEEEEEEE!!!!"
"Tickle, tickle,tickle, Madonna!! Does the big, bad feather duster tickle?? Huh? Does it tickle? Answer me!!"
"HEHEEEEEEEEYEEEEEHEHEEEE!!!!!YES!!!!! IT TICK..AHAHAAHEEEEEE!!!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!!HEEEEWHOOHOOOHEEEHEHEEEEE!!!!!"
Jodie was smiling wickedly. They were almost complete. She was nearly there. She just needed to be broken slightly more. Dropping the feather duster, she quickly replaced it with her fingers. Scrabbling and digging into every crevice, curve and spot on Madonna's baby-soft feet, she got her biggest reaction yet.
" AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!NO!!!!NO!!!!WHAAHA
HAAAAAAAYAAHAHAAAA!!!!! HOO!!HOOO!!!HOOOHOOAAAAAHAAAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!! NO MORE!!!!HAHAAAAAA!!!!TICKLES!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!!HAHAAAAAAHEHEHEEEEHWAAAAHAHAAAAA!!! OH MY FEET!!!!HAHAAAAAHEHEHEHWHAAAAAA!!!!!"
Madonna was in sheer agony! The torture was killing her. And, to top it off, her helpless, out-of-control position was really turning her on. The tickling was awakening every single sensation in her body, and every sensation tickled. She was becoming more ticklish and hornier than she ever dreamed possible. The tickling made it impossible to compose rational thought. Just when she thought she would expolde, Jodie abruptly stopped and left the room. Madonna lay whimpering on the table, in danger of of becoming a quivering mass of sexually frustrated ticklishness. When Jodie returned, she held something that made Madonna ill with fear.
"WHA.....WHAT IS THAT??? oh my..heeehe.....WHAT IS THAT??"
"Oh this?? This is something i made just for you. It's basicly 5 of your nicest feather boas stitched into one long tickle-snake."
Madonna shivered in horror at the sight of Jodie Foster holding an almost 12 foot long feather boa." Jodie leaned in close to Madonna's face, until they were practicly nose to nose.
"Remember the ripcord, dear? Because i sure do." Jodie said as she began to weave the end of the giant boa in between Madonna's insanely ticklish toes. Madonna began to beg.
"Please, Jodie. No more! You're killing me. I can't handle what you're about to do! I'm too ticklish!!"
Jodie said nothing. She just grinned as she began pulling the boa through Madonna's plump toes. Her toes reacted like they'd been hit with an electric current, while Madonna screamed in helpless, ticklish hysteria.
"HEEEEEYAAAAHAHAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!! OH MY GOAAHAHAAAAAAHAAAAD!!! STOP!!!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Madonna had tears running down her face and sweat pouring out of her and all at once, the tickling stopped. She giggled silently in ticklish aftershocks, her toes wiggling out of instinct to escape their position. Just the, Jodie's bare foot was right in front of her face.
"Suck my toes."
"What? huh...what?" Madonna asked out of shocked bewilderment.
"Suck my toes. Now!"
Madonna, a little puzzeled, obediantly began to take Jodie's plump toes in her mouth. Just then, however, Jodie pulled her foot back.
"But be warned. If you tickle my toes with you're tounge, you will pay a serious price. Do you understand?" Jodie spoke with an intimidatingly athouritative tone.
"Yes." Madonna said meekly.
"Yes what?"
"Yes Ma'am." Madonna said this as she swallowed what was left of her pride. Then, as Jodie lowered he foot back to her mouth, Madonna took all five toes into her mouth. She lovingly sucked on each toe, carressing them individualy with her tounge in the most soothing manner. Jodie moaned slightly and began to lightly massage her swollen clit.
"Oooohhh. Mmmmmm, yeah. Just like that. Ooohh yeah, you're a good little toe sucker, aren't you."
Being called a good little toe sucker awakened Madonna's anger at what was happening to her and she spitefully began to wiggle her tounge ticklishly back and forth across Jodie's own ticklish toes.
"AHHH!!!! THAT TICKLED, YOU LITTLE TRAMP!!!!" Jodie screamed as she pulled her foot out of Madonna's mouth. Her first thought was to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but Jodie's angry face appeared over her within seconds.
"You're going to regret that, you uppity, little bitch!" Jodie scolded as she gave Madonna a big burst of the gas. Madonna lay there, unconcious for several minutes.
Madonna was awoken by a pinch on the ankle. Her head was tied down even tighter, and she couldn't even see her feet. She saw Jodie Foster rise up from her helpless feet, at the same time as Gwen, Jennifer and Gwyneth came in the room. Madonna trembled with fear just as Gwen spoke.
"Hey, you. You were bad, weren't you?"
"Yeah. We thought maybe you had learned you're lesson, and then you go and tickle Jodie's toes? You naughty little girl." Gwyneth scolded. Just then, Madonna caught a whiff of something. Intense fear welled up inside of her as she struggled to speak.
"Wh....why do i smell.....peanut butter?!?!"
"Because it's all over your feet, and we're all going to eat off." Jodie said, as Gwen giggled.
"NO!!!!! Don't do tha........."
Before Madonna could finish, all 4 girls got on their hands and knees and started to lick, suck, and chew all of the peanut butter they had slathered on her bare feet while she had been unconcious. Jodie raked it off with her teeth, while Gwen sweetly nibbled it off Madonna's crazy ticklish toes. Jennifer and Gwyneth took turns sucking off little spots on Madonna's ticklish bare soles. Madonna was screaming!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWHWHAHAHAHHAAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!! HAHAAHAHAAHAAAAAAAWHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!AAAAAAA!
!!!AHAHAHHAHAAAAAA!!!!! THAT TICKLES STOP!!!!!!HAHAHHAHAAAAAA!!!!!OOOHHHHHHH!!!!OHHHHHM
Y....AHAHHAAAAAAAAA.OHHHHHH......MMMMMM...HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Madonna was begining to feel that feeling again. It was rushing up on her. She began to cough out choked laughter as the girls' raging tounges and teeth were stripping the peanut butter off her hyper-ticklish feet,and she bagan to moan and sqeal as a major orgasm started to rush up on her. It made her whole body tickle and quake. It was happening again. Dear god she was going to have another tickle-gasm!!!! And right before she blew, just as her mind began to shake apart, Jodie shot her face full of the gas. Madonna was out-cold. A frozen, shocked, insane type of giggle-moan was frozen upon her face. Her nightmare was not yet over. Madonna would soon come full-circle with her "Tickle Chamber."
TO BE CONTINUED........
