Night of a 1000 Tickles

[Dr. Bill Kobb]

Hey Gang! Here's a fun Halloween game we can play! Let's write a fictional tickle-torture story together! Here's the idea: Beginning with the opening paragraphs below, play along and help contribute to the scary tickle story. Add one or two sentences of your own and then let somebody else add their sentences and so on, `til we have a fully realized work of fictional tickling! The main thing is to have fun, so let's get those creative juices flowing:

NIGHT OF A 1000 TICKLES

"What a way to spend my Halloween", Janice groaned as her Honda Accord bounced in and out of a crater-sized pothole in the pockmarked old road leading up out of town to the old Goldwyn mansion.

The promise of triple pay was too much to refuse and so, still dressed in her "Catgirl" get-up, Janice had no sooner hung up the phone than she was on her way to the night's babysitting assignment.

"Maybe the Goldwyn's will get home early enough that I can still make the party at Trish's", she mused as he Accord rounded the hilltop and the forbidding silhouette of the mansion loomed into view.

Not a light was on in the rundown estate as Janice pulled to a stop and surveyed the situation, double-checking the jotted-down directions before tenatively applying the brake and turning off the car stereo. "It's the correct address, all right. I guess there's no harm in knocking" she thought, taking the weathered steps two-at-a-time to arrive at the veranda to the house.


P.S.--Please note that it's perfectly acceptable to add afew lines, allow someone else to add afew lines, and then add somemore of your own!

 

[milagros317]

The double front doors of the old mansion were impressive, seven feet tall with large brass knockers. Janice banged one against the brass plate, and waited. Just when she was about to give up and go back to her car, the huge door opened. An old woman, perhaps 75, dressed in a butler's uniform, stood in the doorway.

"Welcome, you must be Janice."

 

[WorkInProgress]

"I am," she replied.

 

[TickledToDeath]

With a glint in her eye and if she didn't know better, an almost evil grin the elder woman inside replied, "we've been expecting you, please come in and if you don't mind, remove your shoes, we just had the floors refinished".

 

[Knox The Hatter]

Janice entered a foyer with cathedral ceilings, and a Spanish style decor in dark misty gold and claret that appeared tattered in places, due to age. She removed her shoes, as the Butler suggested, and followed her into a cavernous living room accented in the same decor. In there, she eyed a darkly dressed middle aged couple enjoying tea from a sterling silver service set.

 

[natural tickler]

"Would you care for some tea?", they asked.

 

[tickleshotel]

Janice replied "Why thank you ,that does sound rather inviting"
AS she extends her hand in greeting. "My name is janice,and what
are your names?". Looking for a seat that is available ,she curls
into a plush blue loveseat next to the lady .

 

[Knox The Hatter]

The woman smiled. "I am Frieda," she said, picking a gold trimmed cigarette case up from the table, and removing a Rothmans Mild from same. "This is my husband Albrecht. We're the caretakers of the house. The Goldwyns are currently in Singapore."
Janice nodded. The accent sounded German, but it was a bit off. Austrian, perhaps. "Oh, I expected to meet them."
"Well," Frieda said, exhaling a cloud of blue, sweet smoke from the Rothmans Mild. "They expected to be here, but it was an emergency."

 

[milagros317]

"How do you like your tea?" asked Frieda.

"Just with sugar, no lemon or milk," said Janice.

As she sat up straight and put her feet down, she felt the cold of the marble floor against her tender bare soles. Engaged in more conversation with Frieda, she did not notice a look exchanged between the butler and Albrecht, as the butler poured a cup of tea for her and put white powder in it, not from the sugar holder on the tea tray but rather from a packet in her hand.

Given the tea, Janice began to sip it, as Frieda explained that the Goldwyns would not be returning, nor was their child present in the house.

Janice was feeling just a little dizzy as she asked "But then there isn't any babysitting for me to do here, then?"

"Don't worry, dear, of course they directed that you be paid for your time and trouble anyway."

Janice felt quite dizzy now, and very tired. She tried to nod to Frieda, but fell over on the loveseat, fast asleep.

 

[kis123]

Janice awakened to both smelling salts and a sensation on her feet. She tried to move to counteract the tickling sensation, but she realized that she was bound to a rack with her arms stretched overhead and her feet and legs extended wide in the rack.

Frieda and the butler were in the room. Janice began to scream responding to her bondage. Why am I here, she asks? I want to go home, she screams! Freida and the butler appear with wicked smiles on their faces and many tickling tools in possession.

How are you feeling Janice?, Frieda asks, with stiff feathers in hand. Freida tests her feathers on Janice's feet and she shrieks in response with uncontrollable laughter. Once Janice finally manages to regain some composure, Janice screams, Why are you doing this to me? How did you know I was so ticklish?...........

 

[tickleshotel]

Frieda laughs devilishly as she responds
"Now honey your in for the torment of the night
because albrecht and the butler here have major
foot fetishes and by looking at your bare feet they
noticed your soles are extremely soft,smooth and
just *looked*ticklish ,which we will soon found out
just how ticklish

 

[milagros317]

"And as for me," added Frieda, "I just love to tickle young women on the ribs, on the tummy, and under their arms. So that's just what I intend to do with you, dear, all night long."

All three of them were grinning, just like a cat that has killed a bird, and is now contemplating the joy of eating it up.

 

[crydun]

nooooooooooooooo!" screamed Janice, tugging on the restraints. "I can't stand it!" ahahahahahahahahaahahhahahahahaaha"

There, there, dear. you'd best calm down. it's going to be a long night for you, replied Frieda, as Janice bucked and writhed, her body, but to no avail. The restraints were tight.

 

[milagros317]

Albrecht had placed a sofa cushion on the floor, so that he could sit comfortably while working on Janice's right foot. He held her toes back with one hand, and ran the tines of a fork back and forth across the ball of her foot, over and over again, with the other hand.

From the way she struggled to move her right leg he could see that this was really getting to her, that some of the shrieking laughter coming from her lips was due to his efforts. He continued to tickle her in this manner, while at the same time leaning forward to lick the soft creamy skin of her arch.

 

[kis123]

The butler could not stand to watch any longer. Plus, he knew Janice was fighting laughter. He got a sofa cushion as well and began to work on her left foot. His tools were an electric toothbrush on the toes and nibbling the ball and arch of her foot.

Janice could not take the tickling sensations any longer that were being applied to her soft ticklish feet. She began to howl with uncontrollable laughter. She attempted to speak and beg that the merciless tickling stop, but she could only laugh in response to the intense tickling of her soles........

 

[natural tickler]

As the tickling wore on, eyes filled with tears, the torture continued. For two hours, she been through a hell none of which she ever felt.

 

[milagros317]

As the other two worked on her feet, Frieda kept her off balance by tickling differents parts of her upper body. Poking in her armpits, counting her ribs up and down, spider-fingering her soft belly, and twirling a Q-tip in her navel, Frieda was greatly enjoying herself. Janice howled and gasped, sobbed and squirmed, and never could stop laughing.

At the two hour mark, Frieda decided that some verbal taunting was in order. Digging both hands into Janice's armpits, she also spoke to her.

"Poor dear! Poor ticklish little baby girl! Does this tickle? Does it? Oh, too bad. Because we've barely started. That's right, barely begun to tickle you, dear. We're quite fond to tickling young women, and we intend to enjoy ourselves thoroughly. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little Janice! We have nothing to do this evening, and we're having far too much fun to stop."

 

[kis123]

After what seemed like more hours of continuous tickle torture hell, Frieda says to Albrecht and the butler, "I'm getting bored. Let's change her position for some real fun!" Janice was taken down from the rack and placed on a special table face down, with her feet in stocks. She was also blindfolded for added effect. This way Janice would not see what was coming and she was much more vulnerable on her stomach. She was restrained and stretched tightly as possible with just about every ticklish area exposed.

Her tormentors attacked her again with the butler and Albrecht at each foot and Frieda at her extremely sensitive upper body. They would switch from intense tickling to light sensitive tickling. Janice did not know what would happen next. She also didn't know if she really wanted it to stop......

 

[tickleshotel]

At this point,frieda,albrecht and the butler
knew what lay ahead for janice as the
ticklee 🙂. but janice knew nothing .Frieda,
abrecht and the butler are still tickling Janice
because she squirms so exquisitely,and her facial
expressions are priceless when she anticipates the
tickling 🙂. Janice then hears 2 more different voices
from ladies,calling out "hey I;m here "from inside
the doorway,what do you know?? .The butler left the front
door open 😉.

 

[milagros317]

Janice didn't recognize the voices of the two new arrivals, and, still blindfolded, she couldn't see them. But she certainly became aware of their attentions.

While Albrecht and the butler continued to tickle her feet, and Frieda concentrated on her soft belly, the two women who had just arrived went to work. One tickled her collarbones and armpits, scrabbling her fingers over the collarbones, and then brushing under Janice's arms vigorously with two toothbrushes that she had brought along. The other simply tweaked Janice's ribs, one by one, up and down the rib cage, over and over again.

 

[Knox The Hatter]

"Wait a minute!" one of the strange female voices cried. "Do I have something here!"
Janice hyperventilated, wondering just what these fiends had in store for her. She heard the rustling of a bag, and a struggle to open some object, as well as a short, excited exchange between Albrecht and Frieda in their native tongue.
"This," said the female voice, "is what you'd describe as 'Death By Chocolate'. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm", she said, licking her lips.
"Chocolate's the fifth member of the four basic food groups," said the other female voice.
"Here," said the first. "You do one, and I'll do the other."
Janice could feel something being applied to each of her soles, with the consistancy of peanut butter, or spackle. The very faint fragrance of...what? Cake icing?
"Heeeeeeeeahahhahhahahhahahhhahhahha..." a frenzied squeal of laughter rose from the very well of Janice's being, as she felt two tongues lasciviously attack both of her feet, madly scraping off what Janice surmised to be cake icing. Her body bucked and jerked, and her face turned red with laughter and wet with tears.

 

[crydun]

"ewwwww" thought Janice. she hated the idea of something licking her. Heck, she didn't even like her dogs licking her face. She scrunched her eyes closed, trying to shut out the visions of something licking her feet. However, that didn't stop her from laughing hysterically. After all, it DID tickle. Boy did it tickle. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop laughing. HAahaahzhaahahahahahahahahahahhahaahhaahhahahahahahahaahhaahhahaahhahahhhhhhhhhhahahahahahhahahaastttttttttttopppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppa ahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha" and the fingers tickled on.......

 

[natural tickler]

and on and on the tickling went until Janice was going insane. Crazy thoughts was running through her spinning head as she drifted into unconsciousness...

 

[milagros317]

When Janice regained consciousness, she was happy to discover that she was alone, and no longer wearing a blindfold. She was not so happy to find herself in a bedroom, wearing only her underpants, tied to a sturdy brass bed.

Her wrists, in padded leather cuffs, were tied securely to the bars of the headboard. Her elbows were tied towards each other. She was not so flexible that they were touching, but they were only about two inches apart. More ropes went from her elbows to each side of the bed, tied off out of her sight. A rope around her waist also had side ropes tied off out of her sight, presumably to the bed's frame.

Her legs were tied together at the knees, and her ankles were in padded leather cuffs, locked together, and tied to the bars of the footboard. Side ropes went from each knee to the nearest side of the bed, and were tied to the bed frame also.

Her feet, still red from the merciless tickling she had already received, could barely move. Her big toes were tied together with soft yarn, and tied back to her ankle cuffs. Somebody had taken the time to tie her eight other toes with yarn, and tie them back to the ankle cuffs also.

Janice trembled in anticipation of what she knew was coming. She waited. She heard the door begin to open.

 

[Uktickler]

The butler came into the room closely followed by the two women. The Butler said, “are you ready my dear?" in an evil tone. Janice didn’t need to ask what for ask she already had a fair idea. Then one of the two women took out tub and took the top off it. "NO" screamed Janice, "You’re not going to put it on my feet an lick it off again are you?” "Oh no my dear" replied the Butler, "This is our own special mixture it will increase your sensitivity some 8X over what you normally feel." The Butler took an short but evil pause, then and with a glint in here eye continued, "You see this has a two fold effect, first it thins the skin then it softens the under layer, a bit like an exfoliation cream and super strength moisturizer rolled into one!" Everyone in the room smiles except Janice, "PPPPPlease" she said, "What are you going to do with that?".....