Fredericka Whitfield was a giggling mess as the CNN reporter was being tickled unmercifully. She and her fellow news anchorwoman Brooke Baldwin had entered a boutique shop earlier and now were both nude and bound securely. Two female employees of the shop, Amber, a short stocky blonde and Janet a tall African-American woman were tickling Fredericka's ribs while Brooke looked on in sheer horror and panic. Fredericka was on the verge of losing her mind.
"STOP PLEASE,HA,HEE,HO, HAVE MERCY,HA,HO,HEE I'M SO TICKLISH,HA,HA,HEE,OH GOD, STOP IT, HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY SIDES,HA,HEE,HO,HEE, PLEASE NO MORE,HA,HO,HEE,..."
Brooke closed her eyes to her friend's torment but still heard her laughing uncontrollably. Then, Brooke heard movement in her direction and slowly opened her eyes. Rita and Merla, two other employees were heading toward her. Nancy, the shop owner was behind the tall reporter and unbuckled her ball gag. Brooke twitched her sore mouth and spoke rapidly,
"Please, let us go. You are torturing her. Can't you see how ticklish she is?"
Before Brooke could continue, she shrieked as she felt Nancy's fingers in her helpless and smooth underarms. Brooke then exploded.
"HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE DONT'HA,HO,HEE, TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HA,HA,
NOT MY UNDERARMS,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HOHA,HA,HA,PLEASE, I'M EXTREMELY,HA,
HA,HA,HEE,TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HA,HA,HO,HEE,NO FOR GOD'S SAKE,HA,
DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,..."
Five feet in front of Brooke stood Fredericka, tears streaming down her face as she giggled insanely The two girls tickling her ribs were sadists beyond description. Then, Rita and Merla probed Brooke's sides while Nancy tortured her sensitive armpits. Brooke was incoherent.
"HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY SIDES,HA,HO,HEEHO,HEE,PLEASE STOP,HA,HO,HEE,HA,
NOT MY ARMPITS,HA,HO,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE NO,HA,HO, I CAN'T STAND IT,HA,
NOT MY RIBS,HA,HO,HEE,NO MORE,HA,H,HEE,IT'S TORTURE,HA,HO,HEE,..."
Fredericka heard Brooke's anguished giggles but was too wrapped up in her own hellish torment. Finally, the two girls stopped tickling her ribs and sat on the floor in front of the still giggling news woman. They started running their fingernails up and down Fredericka's shapely and smooth legs. For Fredericka, this was worse than having her ribs tickled.
"HA,HO,HEE,OH MY GOD, HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY LEGS,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE, HA,HO,HEE,MY LEGS ARE VERY TICKLISHHA.HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY LEGS,HA,
HEE,HO,HEE,HA, NOT MY LEGS,HA,HO,HEE...."
Fredericka Whitfield had gorgeous legs and they had been extremely ticklish forever. Even shaving her legs in the morning made her giggle. Meanwhile, Brooke's face was pink as her ribs and ticklish underarms were under assault by three women. Tears filled her eyes as she viewed her friend having her legs tickled with no end in sight. Both women were soon reduced to giggling wrecks who could not form a coherent thought Both were painfully and deathly ticklish and their breasts swung back and forth as their nude bodies were tortured with the worst form of torture in the world.
The torment of Fredericka's legs was driving her mad. If someone had her talk about Obama Care, she could not do it. All she could do is think about what two women were doing with her legs. Brooke was hysterical and since she could barely move, her torment was even worse. Her ticklish underarms quivered under the attack and the probing of her ribs was agony for her. Nancy continued her assault on Brooke's hairless armpits. Then, Nancy finally spoke for the first time since the ticklish torture began.
"Do either of you know a reporter at CNN who is ticklish? I think we need more victims."
(Note to readers. Any suggestions like Susan Hendricks or Kate Bolduan? Let me know.)
"STOP PLEASE,HA,HEE,HO, HAVE MERCY,HA,HO,HEE I'M SO TICKLISH,HA,HA,HEE,OH GOD, STOP IT, HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY SIDES,HA,HEE,HO,HEE, PLEASE NO MORE,HA,HO,HEE,..."
Brooke closed her eyes to her friend's torment but still heard her laughing uncontrollably. Then, Brooke heard movement in her direction and slowly opened her eyes. Rita and Merla, two other employees were heading toward her. Nancy, the shop owner was behind the tall reporter and unbuckled her ball gag. Brooke twitched her sore mouth and spoke rapidly,
"Please, let us go. You are torturing her. Can't you see how ticklish she is?"
Before Brooke could continue, she shrieked as she felt Nancy's fingers in her helpless and smooth underarms. Brooke then exploded.
"HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE DONT'HA,HO,HEE, TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HA,HA,
NOT MY UNDERARMS,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HOHA,HA,HA,PLEASE, I'M EXTREMELY,HA,
HA,HA,HEE,TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HA,HA,HO,HEE,NO FOR GOD'S SAKE,HA,
DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,..."
Five feet in front of Brooke stood Fredericka, tears streaming down her face as she giggled insanely The two girls tickling her ribs were sadists beyond description. Then, Rita and Merla probed Brooke's sides while Nancy tortured her sensitive armpits. Brooke was incoherent.
"HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY SIDES,HA,HO,HEEHO,HEE,PLEASE STOP,HA,HO,HEE,HA,
NOT MY ARMPITS,HA,HO,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE NO,HA,HO, I CAN'T STAND IT,HA,
NOT MY RIBS,HA,HO,HEE,NO MORE,HA,H,HEE,IT'S TORTURE,HA,HO,HEE,..."
Fredericka heard Brooke's anguished giggles but was too wrapped up in her own hellish torment. Finally, the two girls stopped tickling her ribs and sat on the floor in front of the still giggling news woman. They started running their fingernails up and down Fredericka's shapely and smooth legs. For Fredericka, this was worse than having her ribs tickled.
"HA,HO,HEE,OH MY GOD, HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY LEGS,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE, HA,HO,HEE,MY LEGS ARE VERY TICKLISHHA.HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY LEGS,HA,
HEE,HO,HEE,HA, NOT MY LEGS,HA,HO,HEE...."
Fredericka Whitfield had gorgeous legs and they had been extremely ticklish forever. Even shaving her legs in the morning made her giggle. Meanwhile, Brooke's face was pink as her ribs and ticklish underarms were under assault by three women. Tears filled her eyes as she viewed her friend having her legs tickled with no end in sight. Both women were soon reduced to giggling wrecks who could not form a coherent thought Both were painfully and deathly ticklish and their breasts swung back and forth as their nude bodies were tortured with the worst form of torture in the world.
The torment of Fredericka's legs was driving her mad. If someone had her talk about Obama Care, she could not do it. All she could do is think about what two women were doing with her legs. Brooke was hysterical and since she could barely move, her torment was even worse. Her ticklish underarms quivered under the attack and the probing of her ribs was agony for her. Nancy continued her assault on Brooke's hairless armpits. Then, Nancy finally spoke for the first time since the ticklish torture began.
"Do either of you know a reporter at CNN who is ticklish? I think we need more victims."
(Note to readers. Any suggestions like Susan Hendricks or Kate Bolduan? Let me know.)
