Nancy Clark's boutique about an hour's drive from Atlanta never attracted celebrities before. The Saturday afternoon was slow as far as customers were concerned. Nancy and her four female staff were taking inventory and not expecting any real business that day It was still a few hours from closing when Nancy heard the jingling bell signaling someone had entered. She ceased the checking of her receipts and entered the main area of her fashion boutique.
She froze when she recognized the two women who had just sauntered into the shop. They were in fact very recognizable in the Atlanta area. In her store were Fredericka Whitfield of CNN News wearing a pants suit ensemble. Next to her was the tall and well-built Brooke Baldwin also of CNN. Nancy made herself look as professional as possible and walked toward the new arrivals.
"Good afternoon, ladies," said Nancy warmly. "Welcome to my store Miss Whitfield. It is a pleasure to meet you. And Miss Baldwin, your network is always on at my house."
The two reporters smiled and shook hands. "Pleasure is all mine," said Fredericka smiling broadly. "We are often not recognized that much."
Brooke smiled and thanked Nancy warmly for the kind words.
"Call me Brooke," said the tall news anchor. "You have a great store here."
"My name is Nancy," replied the still stunned shop owner.
"Nice to meet you, Nancy," answered Fredericka. "You don't have to stand on ceremony."
At this point the four female staff entered the store and also recognized the two new visitors. One female named Janet was surprised but carried a strange look in her eyes, almost a combination of lust and evil intent. She caught Nancy's attention and drew her aside.
"Nancy, do you think we could get our two visitors down into the playroom?"
Nancy swallowed hard and stared at her employee intensely. Her mind was processing Janet's request and smiled broadly.
Nancy went to the two CNN reporters and asked if anyone was joining them in the store.
"Nope, we are all alone today." answered Brooke smiling. "Fredericka and I are just on vacation and hitting interesting stores along the way."
Nancy smiled again and huddled with her four staff members. Amber, a short blonde went to the counter and poured some mint tea into small cups and then in a quick move, stirred in some powder from a small jar and made sure it dissolved completely. Nancy brought the cups over and told the pair it was mint tea that was homemade. Fredericka and Brooke sipped the contents and then browsed the store looking at clothes. Suddenly, Fredericka seemed a bit shaky.
"Are you okay?" asked Brooke but before she got an answer, she swooned and collapsed on the floor. Fredericka saw what happened to her friend and took a few unsteady steps and also fell unconscious to the carpeted floor.
Nancy and her staff clapped their hands and Rita went to the front door, locked it, and pulled the shade down after turning the sign to read "Closed".
In a short time, the two CNN anchors had been transported to the cellar of the store and awakened about one hour later. Fredericka was the first to regain consciousness and when she realized her situation, she hoped it was just a bad dream. She was naked and her arms were shackled over her head and her ankles were bound by cuffs to an solid iron spreader bar. She had a ball gag inserted in her mouth and the spreader bar over her head made movement almost impossible.
She looked directly and saw Brooke's nude body in the exact same predicament. Brooke was just coming around and shook her naked body but soon realized she was almost completely immobile. Her eyes met Fredericka's and both shared the same emotion, abject fear. The two news women struggled mightily but their efforts were useless. They were alone for about five minutes when they heard steps descending from a staircase just out of their line of vision. Nancy then magically appeared with her four employees. All five women wore grins of expectation and passion.
"Welcome to our playroom, ladies. Fredericka, I must admit you are very attractive television and you look gorgeous naked and helpless. And you Brooke, you are a very beautiful woman indeed," said Nancy in a tone of real compliment but also with a sinister undertone.
"Who should we start with?" asked Amber. She giggled with Janet, Rita, Merla and Nancy.
"Tough question, Amber," answered Nancy. "I guess we should make this fair."
"Flip a coin like they do at football games," said Merla, snickering. Nancy smiled and fished a quarter out of her pocket. "Heads, we start with the lovely Brooke Baldwin. Tails, we start with the gorgeous Fredericka Whitfield."
Both prisoners renewed their struggles but the bonds were too tight. Nancy balanced the coin expertly on the top of her thumb and sent the coin high in the air. It did not make a sound as it hit the carpet. The five women peered at the quarter and smiled. Nancy looked at the two captives.
"Sorry, Fredericka," said Nancy with genuine intent. "Looks like you are first up."
Janet and Amber approached the frightened news anchor and placed their fingers at Fredericka's wrists. The fingers slowly made their way down her long soft arms while Fredericka closed her eyes. The fingers made contact with Fredericka's smooth armpits and began wriggling like hyperactive spiders. Fredericka screamed into her gag and was soon reduced to insane giggling behind her gag. Nancy quickly removed the gag and Fredericka's torment became apparent.
"NO, DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE, NO PLEASE, I AM HA,HO,HEE,VERY TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,NO PLEASE STOP, HA,HO,HEE,HA,NOT MY UNDERARMS,HO,HEE,HA,HO,...
Fredericka was laughing uncontrollably as her ticklish underarms were tormented by the expert fingers. Meanwhile, Brooke was struggling even more as heard her friend and co-worker being reduced to mindless laughter. The girls then moved to their captive's sides and dug in like maniacs.
'HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY RIBS,HA,HO,HEE,NO PLEASE,HA,HO,HEE DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,I AM VERY,HA,HO,HEE,TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE,,HO,HEE,NOT MY RIBS,HA,HA, PLEASE HAVE MERCY,HA,HO,HEE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TICKLISH I AM,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,...
She froze when she recognized the two women who had just sauntered into the shop. They were in fact very recognizable in the Atlanta area. In her store were Fredericka Whitfield of CNN News wearing a pants suit ensemble. Next to her was the tall and well-built Brooke Baldwin also of CNN. Nancy made herself look as professional as possible and walked toward the new arrivals.
"Good afternoon, ladies," said Nancy warmly. "Welcome to my store Miss Whitfield. It is a pleasure to meet you. And Miss Baldwin, your network is always on at my house."
The two reporters smiled and shook hands. "Pleasure is all mine," said Fredericka smiling broadly. "We are often not recognized that much."
Brooke smiled and thanked Nancy warmly for the kind words.
"Call me Brooke," said the tall news anchor. "You have a great store here."
"My name is Nancy," replied the still stunned shop owner.
"Nice to meet you, Nancy," answered Fredericka. "You don't have to stand on ceremony."
At this point the four female staff entered the store and also recognized the two new visitors. One female named Janet was surprised but carried a strange look in her eyes, almost a combination of lust and evil intent. She caught Nancy's attention and drew her aside.
"Nancy, do you think we could get our two visitors down into the playroom?"
Nancy swallowed hard and stared at her employee intensely. Her mind was processing Janet's request and smiled broadly.
Nancy went to the two CNN reporters and asked if anyone was joining them in the store.
"Nope, we are all alone today." answered Brooke smiling. "Fredericka and I are just on vacation and hitting interesting stores along the way."
Nancy smiled again and huddled with her four staff members. Amber, a short blonde went to the counter and poured some mint tea into small cups and then in a quick move, stirred in some powder from a small jar and made sure it dissolved completely. Nancy brought the cups over and told the pair it was mint tea that was homemade. Fredericka and Brooke sipped the contents and then browsed the store looking at clothes. Suddenly, Fredericka seemed a bit shaky.
"Are you okay?" asked Brooke but before she got an answer, she swooned and collapsed on the floor. Fredericka saw what happened to her friend and took a few unsteady steps and also fell unconscious to the carpeted floor.
Nancy and her staff clapped their hands and Rita went to the front door, locked it, and pulled the shade down after turning the sign to read "Closed".
In a short time, the two CNN anchors had been transported to the cellar of the store and awakened about one hour later. Fredericka was the first to regain consciousness and when she realized her situation, she hoped it was just a bad dream. She was naked and her arms were shackled over her head and her ankles were bound by cuffs to an solid iron spreader bar. She had a ball gag inserted in her mouth and the spreader bar over her head made movement almost impossible.
She looked directly and saw Brooke's nude body in the exact same predicament. Brooke was just coming around and shook her naked body but soon realized she was almost completely immobile. Her eyes met Fredericka's and both shared the same emotion, abject fear. The two news women struggled mightily but their efforts were useless. They were alone for about five minutes when they heard steps descending from a staircase just out of their line of vision. Nancy then magically appeared with her four employees. All five women wore grins of expectation and passion.
"Welcome to our playroom, ladies. Fredericka, I must admit you are very attractive television and you look gorgeous naked and helpless. And you Brooke, you are a very beautiful woman indeed," said Nancy in a tone of real compliment but also with a sinister undertone.
"Who should we start with?" asked Amber. She giggled with Janet, Rita, Merla and Nancy.
"Tough question, Amber," answered Nancy. "I guess we should make this fair."
"Flip a coin like they do at football games," said Merla, snickering. Nancy smiled and fished a quarter out of her pocket. "Heads, we start with the lovely Brooke Baldwin. Tails, we start with the gorgeous Fredericka Whitfield."
Both prisoners renewed their struggles but the bonds were too tight. Nancy balanced the coin expertly on the top of her thumb and sent the coin high in the air. It did not make a sound as it hit the carpet. The five women peered at the quarter and smiled. Nancy looked at the two captives.
"Sorry, Fredericka," said Nancy with genuine intent. "Looks like you are first up."
Janet and Amber approached the frightened news anchor and placed their fingers at Fredericka's wrists. The fingers slowly made their way down her long soft arms while Fredericka closed her eyes. The fingers made contact with Fredericka's smooth armpits and began wriggling like hyperactive spiders. Fredericka screamed into her gag and was soon reduced to insane giggling behind her gag. Nancy quickly removed the gag and Fredericka's torment became apparent.
"NO, DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE, NO PLEASE, I AM HA,HO,HEE,VERY TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,NO PLEASE STOP, HA,HO,HEE,HA,NOT MY UNDERARMS,HO,HEE,HA,HO,...
Fredericka was laughing uncontrollably as her ticklish underarms were tormented by the expert fingers. Meanwhile, Brooke was struggling even more as heard her friend and co-worker being reduced to mindless laughter. The girls then moved to their captive's sides and dug in like maniacs.
'HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY RIBS,HA,HO,HEE,NO PLEASE,HA,HO,HEE DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,I AM VERY,HA,HO,HEE,TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE,,HO,HEE,NOT MY RIBS,HA,HA, PLEASE HAVE MERCY,HA,HO,HEE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TICKLISH I AM,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,...
