“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 1
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Tom Phillips was in his early forties and a station manager at Channel 9 News. It was nearing the end of yet another tremendously successful quarter and the station’s ratings had just gotten in. Channel 9 News has just surpassed the leading news station for the number one ranking. And although this didn’t seem like a terrible problem to have considering how Tom’s news station had been rapidly growing in popularity, it was creating a unique financial strain on him as the overseer.
Channel 9 News had been ranked second to last in the ratings six years ago. Tom had scouted and signed a team of gorgeous news anchors over the last several years because he knew that along with talent, it was beautiful women that drew in viewers, especially drooling men, and made a station successful. But the station had to re-sign their news anchors to new contracts. And this year, Tom knew his top ladies knew their value and would be asking for significantly more. Money he couldn’ authorize. So it seemed as though the news station would have to suffer. Most likely several of the news anchors would just up and leave for bigger and better deals and Tom would be left with nothing to show for it all. Just empty anchor chairs to fill as ratings went back down.
Tom quite enjoyed being surrounded by lovely ladies at work. Tom never had much success with women. Partly due to his mediocre looks but also because he had an insatiable desire to tickle them and see their feet. It was a passion that drove every romantic interest away. But here at the station, he was constantly interacting with these beautiful news anchors and the other lovely ladies that worked there. They couldn’t ignore him.
Tom tried to sneak in as many quick tickles on the female employees as he could without getting in trouble with Human Resources. A quick tummy tickle while they reached up for a coffee cup in the break room. A sudden side tickle when he snuck up on them as they read the schedule for the day’s reportings. He could tell they hated it but it was always the highlight of his day.
Tom secretly fantasized about tickling all of them to his heart’s content but he never dared let on that he enjoyed that sort of thing. Tom had only divulged his interests to his best friend, Richard York. The two men had been brothers in the same fraternity together at a prestigious university. It was during that time in their youth that they had learned of one another’s strong preferences for tickling and feet.
Richard, or Rich as Tom always called him, had gone on to become a very successful businessman. Whenever Tom and Rich would get together, Rich would always insist on going out and living it up. He was always the one to take risks, always the one to drive a flashy car, always the one to try and hit on any good looking woman he saw.
Both men were obsessed with hardcore bondage and tickling. They would drink and talk at length about how they would bind and torment all of the lovely news anchors Tom had working for him. How they would mercilessly tickle them and make them beg for mercy. Rich was really the driving force behind the extreme stuff but Tom got on board because of how the ladies at Channel 9 all viewed him as a creep and talked down to him all the time. It would be nice to get a little revenge one day.
The women that worked for Tom did not respect him and would frequently ignore him or talk down to him. Maybe they could sense his creepy desires but they definitely treated him like all the other girls he had ever tried to talk to. And once one of them sensed weakness, it was like they all couldn’t help themselves. They frequently made fun of him and teased him with their tight outfits as if they were sexually tormenting a nerdy classmate that had no shot with them.
Tom called up Rich and spent some time explaining how his back was up against the wall this year with new contracts and all. Rich was shocked by the news of how much the women were asking for. He suggested a rather dark and cynical plan that left Tom speechless. He proposed they allow the ladies to leave the station...but on their conditions. Rich had developed some contacts in the tickling fetish underworld and insisted they sell off the women to various tickle enthusiasts. Rich proposed they invite several of these tickle enthusiasts to fly into the city and they could hold a private “tickle slave auction”. The profits from such an auction would more than help fund Tom as he hired an entirely new, young group of attractive female anchors. “Just consider it like starting fresh. I know some people that could help move these women anywhere in the world. Trust me, one call and I’ll set it up. We’ll use my place to hold them,” Rich had told Tom to reassure him.
Tom agreed to the Rich’s plan even though he felt strange thinking of selling off his employees in a tickle slave auction. Just knowing that they were about to be ripped away from their friends and families only to be kept as tickle toys for wealthy men. It honestly gave him a weird thrill to think about how he would finally teach these arrogant, condescending bitches a lesson. He decided to go out on the floor and see the unsuspecting ladies reporting the news one last time before his plan went into effect.
Tom strolled out of his office and immediately ran into Rhonda Sterling, his top anchor. She was a gorgeous dark brunette in her mid 30’s that had an undeniable presence on camera. Rhonda was sweet and appeared sincere when she spoke with coworkers and guests on air but she was one of the most career-driven anchors Tom had ever encountered. She had a small stature at 5’ 4” with a slender frame but she had voluptuous breasts for her size. Tom has spoken with Rhonda about her contract and she made it perfectly clear that she expected a hefty pay raise or else she would leave. He knew the career woman was solely focused on becoming the highest paid anchor in the city.
Tom continued walking and passed by the makeup room and saw his star weather girl, Stacy Becker being pampered and done up before she went on to give the weather forecast for the weekend. The Channel 9 News weather girl was a 5’ 3” knockout with light brown hair and an hourglass figure. She had blue eyes that cut through you and a pristine smile that seemed to light up the room when the camera’s focused on her.
Stacy absolutely loved the attention she received from her job. The curvy, sensual weather girl was quite arousing on camera in her revealing outfits. The entire lineup at Channel 9 was impressive but Stacy was the one who received the most attention. Tom realized her value to his team but God did he have trouble controlling her. She knew Tom drooled over her when she reported the weather in her skin-tight dresses and strappy high heels. Stacy swished her bottom when she walked by him and always treated him like the nerdy kid who would never date him. It drove Tom nuts and almost every day he fantasized about giving her delicious looking feet a good tickling to teach her a lesson. Stacy also didn’t mind the masses of pathetic men that practically worshipped her in their letters and emails. She was in her mid 20’s, gorgeous, and her confidence was soaring. Stacy was also engaged and was planning her dream wedding. Her life was coming together picture perfect just the way she wanted it. Tom had spoken with her about a new contract but Stacy was pretty determined to leave for a bigger station unless she got an outrageous deal to stay.
Jen Dawson was hovering near Stacy and teasing her hair in the mirror as she spoke to her. Jen and Stacy had gotten to know each other at the station and hit it off right away. They were a work duo that instantly became best friends since they had so much in common. She too had a fiancé and the two couples would frequently go on double dates. Jen had started as a sports reporter at the station but was being slowly implemented as a news anchor for two reasons. The first was that she, like Stacy, was a bombshell. Jen was 26 years old, 5’ 5”, petite with silky brown hair, decent breasts for her size, and a great smile. She was just the kind of talent Tom wanted behind his desks reading the news. The second fact was that Jen didn’t know much about sports and therefore kinda sucked as a sports reporter when situations required her to improvise. Tom saw a greater potential in the ditzy brunette who looked great in a baseball uniform top and ball cap as she interviewed players but couldn’t tell you what the term “infield” meant.
Tom kept walking down the hall and as he turned a corner, he nearly collided with Abby Wright, a field reporter at the station. She flashed a scowl at him and said, “Oh you should watch where you’re going! My god.” Tom apologized but rolled his eyes after he passed her. Abby got on the nerves of every woman at the station because of her overwhelming personality. Abby was a team player but never shut up and was a bit of an airhead. Abby particularly got on Stacy’s nerves. The two of them got along like oil and water, although Abby was never aware of just how much Stacy disliked working with her. Abby was married to her dork of a husband and wanted to start a family soon.
Abby was short, around 5’ 3”, and had dull red hair. She was decently pretty but not stunning like the other women. Abby had a nice figure from practicing yoga several times a week, small breasts, and a flat muscular stomach. Abby was especially skilled at yoga, which was a huge help when they implemented those segments on the show because it drew in their key demographic of women. Tom also loved looking at her large, round butt as she walked away from him. Abby would frequently walk around in tight yoga pants when she wasn’t wearing a dress. It was clear that even though she didn’t have much going on up top, her rear was very substantial.
Tom stopped by the break room and peaked in. Two more of his female anchors were sitting in the lounge sipping cups of tea. The first was Lisa Holstein, his new primary sports reporter who had signed on about a year ago but was perfect for that role. Lisa had played every sport she could in high school and went on to play college basketball. She was lean and near 6’ 0” without heels on, which intimidated some of the male anchors around the station. Lisa had long, naturally dirty blonde hair that she had dyed to make herself and even lighter blonde. But she kept her eyebrows the same dirty blonde color. Lisa’s eyes were a dazzling hazel color and she had full, pouty lips. Lisa was 28 years old, married but with no children yet, and ambitions to make a lot more money to comfortably start her family. Lisa just raised her eyebrows with confusion and asked Tom if he needed anything in a clearly non-inviting tone.
The other field reporter was Megan Young, another knockout although not nearly as tenacious as her coworkers when it came to flaunting her looks. Megan was around 30, stood about 5’ 6”, and had an impressive, lean figure. She had dark brown hair that she recently dyed almost black, which contrasted nicely with her paler skin and dazzling blueish-green eyes. Megan had a truly sweet personality and loved being a part of the news team as field reporter. She was married but hadn’t started trying for children yet. Tom favored her and Stacy the most. He found Stacy irresistible and thought Megan was extremely attractive as well. But he also liked Megan because of all the women at the station, she didn’t go out of her way to be mean to him. She might not have cared for his company but she never bashed him openly like the others. He always gave Megan assignments that kept her out of the elements. Things like visiting local hospitals, charity drives, and interviews with anyone of note in the community. Megan was content working for the station; she only wanted a raise to keep advancing herself.
Tom went out onto the reporting floor where they had the stage and camera set up. He looked past the camera and watched as two of his more seasoned anchors were reading the news live. Samantha Roe and Courtney Jenkins made quite a pair and were a nice set of eye candy for the average male viewer getting off work and checking in.
Samantha Roe was tall with sharp features, nut brown hair that she wore straight down past her shoulders, and hazel eyes. Her naturally tan skin gave her a slightly exotic look. Samantha enjoyed staying very fit and looked athletic in her tight dresses and heels. The tall news anchor used to play several sports in high school and still enjoyed doing yoga, jogging, and cycling classes. Samantha had just turned 30 not too long ago and was focused on being a top anchor someday soon. She was married with two little boys at home. Samantha had a more matter-of-fact way of reporting the news that combined well with her co-anchor, Courtney.
Courtney Jenkins was the other evening anchor. She was also around 30, but Courtney had a sweet, cute as a button face with dimples that matched her personality. Courtney had dark hair that fell about her shoulders. She always brought her fun, vibrant personality to the table when reporting with Samantha. Courtney was a little shorter and smaller than her co-anchor but was still toned with medium breasts. She had quite an appeal to her with her big, inviting brown eyes, feminine physique, and contagious smile. Courtney seemed like the type of girl that was extremely attractive but also approachable. Tom knew she was married with a little boy. Courtney talked about how she wanted to try for a little girl soon.
[THE NEXT WEEK]
Tom called Rich and made sure he was headed over with the van. It was time to implement their plan. Rich had called an associate of his, who was heavily involved in smuggling people in or out of a country if they could pay him enough to make it worth it. At first, the associate didn’t want to risk trying to sell “tickle slaves” but when he heard it was eight gorgeous news anchors, he changed his mind. The mountain of money that sort of haul would land was too tempting. Lots of guys would pay top dollar for elite tier women.
The two men planned on using Rich’s house to hold the women until they could be sold off. The house was well out of the city and decently secluded because of the size of his property. The house was quite large, especially for just one guy living there. But Rich’s house was the perfect place to hold the women because of another fact...Rich had spent quite a lot of money transforming his finished basement into a sex dungeon of sorts. He fully embraced his fetishes and the darker, hardcore elements of his sex life. The downstairs area of his house was already equipped with almost every sex toy and piece of bondage equipment they would need. Rich frequently brought women back to his place and either persuaded (or more often paid) them to indulge in his fantasies of bondage and tickling. It was the perfect place to take the bitchy news anchors and teach them to be tickle slaves.
Rich pulled up in the back of the studio in a full size van with blacked out windows. Tom didn’t even question where he got it; Rich was a man of means and once he set his mind to a task, it got done. Tom had come up with the plan to set meeting times with each of the women to go over their new contracts. When each woman would walk in his office, the two men would nab her. After each news anchor was bound and gagged, they would march them quickly out to the van and load them.
[TWO HOURS LATER]
Tom opened one of the back doors of the station and helped Rich escort the line of women out to the van. Each news anchor was still wearing their usual station attire, a tight dress or skirt and high heels. Except for Abby, who had on a snug black tank top, form-fitting blue yoga pants, and tennis shoes. The women all whined and whimpered as they asked what was happening. Their arms were tied behind their backs and once they got to the van, the men quickly wrapped some more lengths of rope around their knees and ankles to keep their legs together.
The women were huddled around the rear of the van complaining and demanding to know where they were being taken. Tom finally let them in on what was happening. He explained, “Might be as good a time as any...you ladies no longer work at Channel 9 News. In fact, you are now property. You’ll soon be sold off as tickle slaves to the highest bidder. So get one last good look at the news station because that’s all you’ll ever see of your former lives again.” There was an uproar of yelling and crying and questions that followed but Tom didn’t care at all. As far as he was concerned, this group of entitled bitches had it coming.
Tom opened up both rear doors of the van, causing the women to collectively gasp with shock. The rear cargo area of the van had seating along both walls similar to a police transport van for when multiple criminals were hauled in. The middle of the cargo area was open and there was a metal divider between the cab and the back of the van. There were handcuffs secured to the walls at set intervals. But the thing that really shocked the captive news anchors was the sight of eight large dildos that had been secured in place on the platforms in front of each set of handcuffs. Four on each bench about two feet apart. Each dildo had been secured at the base and stood erect in the air, seemingly waiting for a prisoner.
“What THE FUCK are those for?” Jen asked with a pissed off tone. Rich put his hands on her shoulders and said with satisfaction, “Oh you’re about to find out, sweetie.” Jen struggled but the ropes around her knees and ankles made getting away absolutely out of the question. The men lifted her up into the back of the van and then Rich hopped in to help guide her back.
Jen was wearing a black top, trendy denim jean jacket, tight white pants, and black strappy heels. Rich helped move her to the back of the cargo area nearest the corner behind the driver’s seat. Jen had to hop almost because her legs were bound together. When she got to the first seat, she saw it had an 8” orange dildo with a large swollen tip and a smooth, thick shaft. Jen’s eyes got huge with nervous anticipation and dread. “No! No fucking way! That’s a fucking joke! No fucking way that’s going in me!” Jen argued to Rich as she tried to lean back and get away from it. Rich just spun her around to face away from it and yanked down her tight pants and tiny black thong all the way down to her knees. Jen went from arguing to pleading but it didn’t save her. Rich held the shaft of the dildo and made Jen sit down on it slowly. He helped guide it in; the feeling took Jen’s breath away. Rich was able to wiggle her butt down over the orange cock completely and then secured her to the bench with the handcuffs.
The women were staring in disbelief as they watched Jen sitting there terribly uncomfortable and taking short, shallow breaths as she tried not to move too much. Tom grabbed Courtney and pushed her up into the back of the van next. She shouted and pleaded to at least not have to ride sitting on a dildo but the men ignored her. Courtney took short little hops with defeated look on her face as Rich spun her around in front of an 8.5” pink dildo that had a rather enlarged tip and base.
Courtney had on a black and orange dress and black heels. Rich pulled her dress up, revealing her see-through, black panties. The sheer material showed off her trimmed strip of dark pubic hair right above her pussy. Rich reached around and pulled her panties hard so that he ripped a small hole in back of the thin material. Courtney let out a surprised “Oh!” when her panties were torn. Then Rich made her sit down. “Oh my God, that’s horrible!” Courtney shouted reactively as she felt the immense pressure in her bottom.
Rhonda freaked out when they pulled her from the group next. “I’m your #1 news anchor!!! You can’t treat me like this!” Rhonda yelled at Tom as she was pushed up into the van. Rich spun the spoiled news woman around and pulled up her light blue dress. Rhonda had on a skimpy black thong, which Rich just pulled to the side as he backed her up to a 7” light blue dildo. The shaft and head of it were impressively thick.
Rhonda tried to resist sitting down but was eventually overpowered. “No, no, no!!!” she screamed as she felt the head of the dildo behind her. Rhonda gasped and whined as it started to go in. How could such a massive shaft even fit back there? The light blue dildo had completely stuffed her full. “Ooohhh fuuuuck!!” She exclaimed after she finally took it all inside her.
Abby was next. They hoisted her into the van and made her hop over next to Rhonda. Abby saw a giant 9” teal dildo that looked realistic and incredibly vascular waiting for her. Abby said nothing and could only stare in numb anticipation.
Rich turned Abby around and pulled down her blue leggings and light blue panties, revealing her two large, fatty butt cheeks. Abby finally found her words and complained, “That thing is fucking massive! It’ll never fit inside me! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Rich just chuckled and replied, “Oh you’ll make room. Your big booty should have no problem taking a big dick like this one.” There was no more arguing as Abby was lowered down and felt the overwhelming pressure consume her thoughts. Every inch was a struggle as her large pear-shaped booty enveloped the thick, veiny rod. By the end, the redheaded anchor was in tears.
That bench was full so now the girls were seated on the opposite side. Megan was the next girl they pulled up into the back of the van. She looked around at the other girls for help but obviously that wasn’t going to save her. Waiting for Megan at the far end of the open bench was an 8.5” purple dildo. It was ribbed down the entire shaft for added stimulation. Megan was wearing a pink dress and pink heels. Rich pulled up her dress and then tore a large hole in her purple, lace panties.
“Be a good girl and sit down, sweetheart,” Rich ordered. Rich put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a push downward. Megan pleaded and still shook her head no frantically as she was lowered down. There was some resistance at first and then it slid home inside her. Megan hit a high pitch moan as each ripple of the shaft slipped inside of her.
The remaining girls were paralyzed with fear as they looked at the next dildo waiting in the seat next to Megan. The monster cock was a 9.5” black dildo with a fleshy, lighter-colored tip. It had huge veins decorating its meaty shaft. The remaining women were praying that they wouldn’t be the unlucky one chosen to ride sitting on that behemoth.
Tom chose Samantha and pulled her forward to be loaded into the van. Samantha screamed and fought back but there wasn’t much she could do except prepare to be stuffed with a huge fake cock. Rich lifted Samantha’s black dress up and saw she was wearing a black thong. He jiggled her athletic, toned buttocks and then pulled the thong off to one side. “There’s no way that thing will fit! It’s the biggest fucking dildo I’ve ever seen! I can’t do this!” Samantha whined.
“Let me help you then,” Rich answered back. He gripped the sides of her large butt cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her asshole as much as possible. “Try not to tense,” Rich explained with a smile as he guided Samantha’s bottom onto the dildo and then watched the giant head of it push into her. Samantha cringed and shouted in pain as the dildo found its way into her ass.
Tom decided to load up Stacy next and sit her next to Samantha. She had on a pink, sleeveless dress and black heels. Stacy was so very grateful she didn’t get stuck with the massive dildo that Samantha was sitting on but she wasn’t pleased with the one waiting for her either. On the bench next to Samantha was a 9” flesh-colored cock with dozens of veins adorning it’s shaft and balls. The tip of it was smooth and shiny with impeccable detail.
Rich wrestled with her a little and finally bent her over and pulled up her pink dress, revealing a mouth-watering ass in a bright pink g-string. “Don’t you even dare think of putting that thing in my ass!” Stacy screamed as Rich pulled the sliver of pink fabric nestled between her ass cheeks off to the side. Stacy grunted and tried to shift around but she still felt the tip of the dildo pressed up against her. Rich helped guide it inside her. Stacy gasped and grunted as the pressure of it built and built. “That’s it, all the way down to the balls,” Rich commented as Stacy grimaced with discomfort. Finally, Stacy’s ass had taken everything down to the base of the shaft near the balls.
Lisa knew it was her turn now. They forced her up into the van and showed her what was waiting for her. The last dildo was 10.5” and flesh-colored. It didn’t have nearly as much girth as the other ones but it seemed to go on forever like a rope. Lisa saw it and immediately complained that there was no way all of that could fit in her ass. Rich pulled up her maroon dress and pulled down her blue thong. He pointed out that she was a really tall woman and that there should be plenty of room up inside of her to take it.
Lisa couldn’t believe this. She had been a star athlete in college and had landed a great job at a popular news station. But now here she was about to have her ass filled with the longest dildo she had ever seen and then she would be sold off as a tickle slave for the rest of her life. Rich helped the tip of it into Lisa’s bottom and then fed it into her anus inch by inch as she shouted for him to stop. Lisa had no idea where it was all going but somehow the nearly foot long dildo snaked it’s way up into her bowels.
The two men were just about to take off when Tom heard a familiar voice calling his name. He quickly shut the van doors and spun around. Stacy’s fiancé, Matt, was waiving at him and hustling over. He was followed by Adam, Jen’s fiancé. “Just fucking great,” Tom said under his breath as the two men jogged over to him.
Matt: “Hello, Tom. Hey, Adam and I were just stopping by to pick up Stacy and Jen. We were planning on surprising them with dinner tonight to celebrate the new ratings they’ve been talking about. Have you seen them, by chance? We couldn’t find them inside.”
Tom looked nervous as he fumbled for an excuse. Then the men heard shouting and screaming in the back of the van, which drew their attention. Tom backed away while the men were distracted with the noise. Matt and Adam got the sense that something was very wrong and quickly ripped open the back doors to see what was going on. The Channel 9 ladies felt a wave or relief wash over them as they realized they were about to be rescued.
But then Rich and Tom appeared again, this time behind the men with stun guns. They zapped Matt and Adam, who fell limp in the parking lot. “Aw shit, this is just fucking great,” Tom cursed as he paced around. Rich snapped his fingers at him and told Tom to help get the men in the back of the van. They moved quickly and duct taped the men’s hands and wrists together and then laid them down on the floor of the van between the two benches.
The women couldn’t believe their luck. They were just about to be rescued from being abducted and sold off as tickle slaves and now they were back on course. They screamed as the van doors were shut and then the engine started up. As the van started to leave the parking lot, they knew their lives as they knew them would never be the same.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*This story was requested by a TMF member. It was written based off of that member’s interests so if you don’t like what it’s about, keep it to yourself. The news station and all characters are fictional. We made up every name and description so if they match a news team somewhere, it is completely coincidental. And you should let me know so I can buy a Powerball ticket because what are the odds of that? FAIR WARNING: This story is EXTREMELY dark and should not be read by anyone...ever.
Tom Phillips was in his early forties and a station manager at Channel 9 News. It was nearing the end of yet another tremendously successful quarter and the station’s ratings had just gotten in. Channel 9 News has just surpassed the leading news station for the number one ranking. And although this didn’t seem like a terrible problem to have considering how Tom’s news station had been rapidly growing in popularity, it was creating a unique financial strain on him as the overseer.
Channel 9 News had been ranked second to last in the ratings six years ago. Tom had scouted and signed a team of gorgeous news anchors over the last several years because he knew that along with talent, it was beautiful women that drew in viewers, especially drooling men, and made a station successful. But the station had to re-sign their news anchors to new contracts. And this year, Tom knew his top ladies knew their value and would be asking for significantly more. Money he couldn’ authorize. So it seemed as though the news station would have to suffer. Most likely several of the news anchors would just up and leave for bigger and better deals and Tom would be left with nothing to show for it all. Just empty anchor chairs to fill as ratings went back down.
Tom quite enjoyed being surrounded by lovely ladies at work. Tom never had much success with women. Partly due to his mediocre looks but also because he had an insatiable desire to tickle them and see their feet. It was a passion that drove every romantic interest away. But here at the station, he was constantly interacting with these beautiful news anchors and the other lovely ladies that worked there. They couldn’t ignore him.
Tom tried to sneak in as many quick tickles on the female employees as he could without getting in trouble with Human Resources. A quick tummy tickle while they reached up for a coffee cup in the break room. A sudden side tickle when he snuck up on them as they read the schedule for the day’s reportings. He could tell they hated it but it was always the highlight of his day.
Tom secretly fantasized about tickling all of them to his heart’s content but he never dared let on that he enjoyed that sort of thing. Tom had only divulged his interests to his best friend, Richard York. The two men had been brothers in the same fraternity together at a prestigious university. It was during that time in their youth that they had learned of one another’s strong preferences for tickling and feet.
Richard, or Rich as Tom always called him, had gone on to become a very successful businessman. Whenever Tom and Rich would get together, Rich would always insist on going out and living it up. He was always the one to take risks, always the one to drive a flashy car, always the one to try and hit on any good looking woman he saw.
Both men were obsessed with hardcore bondage and tickling. They would drink and talk at length about how they would bind and torment all of the lovely news anchors Tom had working for him. How they would mercilessly tickle them and make them beg for mercy. Rich was really the driving force behind the extreme stuff but Tom got on board because of how the ladies at Channel 9 all viewed him as a creep and talked down to him all the time. It would be nice to get a little revenge one day.
The women that worked for Tom did not respect him and would frequently ignore him or talk down to him. Maybe they could sense his creepy desires but they definitely treated him like all the other girls he had ever tried to talk to. And once one of them sensed weakness, it was like they all couldn’t help themselves. They frequently made fun of him and teased him with their tight outfits as if they were sexually tormenting a nerdy classmate that had no shot with them.
Tom called up Rich and spent some time explaining how his back was up against the wall this year with new contracts and all. Rich was shocked by the news of how much the women were asking for. He suggested a rather dark and cynical plan that left Tom speechless. He proposed they allow the ladies to leave the station...but on their conditions. Rich had developed some contacts in the tickling fetish underworld and insisted they sell off the women to various tickle enthusiasts. Rich proposed they invite several of these tickle enthusiasts to fly into the city and they could hold a private “tickle slave auction”. The profits from such an auction would more than help fund Tom as he hired an entirely new, young group of attractive female anchors. “Just consider it like starting fresh. I know some people that could help move these women anywhere in the world. Trust me, one call and I’ll set it up. We’ll use my place to hold them,” Rich had told Tom to reassure him.
Tom agreed to the Rich’s plan even though he felt strange thinking of selling off his employees in a tickle slave auction. Just knowing that they were about to be ripped away from their friends and families only to be kept as tickle toys for wealthy men. It honestly gave him a weird thrill to think about how he would finally teach these arrogant, condescending bitches a lesson. He decided to go out on the floor and see the unsuspecting ladies reporting the news one last time before his plan went into effect.
Tom strolled out of his office and immediately ran into Rhonda Sterling, his top anchor. She was a gorgeous dark brunette in her mid 30’s that had an undeniable presence on camera. Rhonda was sweet and appeared sincere when she spoke with coworkers and guests on air but she was one of the most career-driven anchors Tom had ever encountered. She had a small stature at 5’ 4” with a slender frame but she had voluptuous breasts for her size. Tom has spoken with Rhonda about her contract and she made it perfectly clear that she expected a hefty pay raise or else she would leave. He knew the career woman was solely focused on becoming the highest paid anchor in the city.
Tom continued walking and passed by the makeup room and saw his star weather girl, Stacy Becker being pampered and done up before she went on to give the weather forecast for the weekend. The Channel 9 News weather girl was a 5’ 3” knockout with light brown hair and an hourglass figure. She had blue eyes that cut through you and a pristine smile that seemed to light up the room when the camera’s focused on her.
Stacy absolutely loved the attention she received from her job. The curvy, sensual weather girl was quite arousing on camera in her revealing outfits. The entire lineup at Channel 9 was impressive but Stacy was the one who received the most attention. Tom realized her value to his team but God did he have trouble controlling her. She knew Tom drooled over her when she reported the weather in her skin-tight dresses and strappy high heels. Stacy swished her bottom when she walked by him and always treated him like the nerdy kid who would never date him. It drove Tom nuts and almost every day he fantasized about giving her delicious looking feet a good tickling to teach her a lesson. Stacy also didn’t mind the masses of pathetic men that practically worshipped her in their letters and emails. She was in her mid 20’s, gorgeous, and her confidence was soaring. Stacy was also engaged and was planning her dream wedding. Her life was coming together picture perfect just the way she wanted it. Tom had spoken with her about a new contract but Stacy was pretty determined to leave for a bigger station unless she got an outrageous deal to stay.
Jen Dawson was hovering near Stacy and teasing her hair in the mirror as she spoke to her. Jen and Stacy had gotten to know each other at the station and hit it off right away. They were a work duo that instantly became best friends since they had so much in common. She too had a fiancé and the two couples would frequently go on double dates. Jen had started as a sports reporter at the station but was being slowly implemented as a news anchor for two reasons. The first was that she, like Stacy, was a bombshell. Jen was 26 years old, 5’ 5”, petite with silky brown hair, decent breasts for her size, and a great smile. She was just the kind of talent Tom wanted behind his desks reading the news. The second fact was that Jen didn’t know much about sports and therefore kinda sucked as a sports reporter when situations required her to improvise. Tom saw a greater potential in the ditzy brunette who looked great in a baseball uniform top and ball cap as she interviewed players but couldn’t tell you what the term “infield” meant.
Tom kept walking down the hall and as he turned a corner, he nearly collided with Abby Wright, a field reporter at the station. She flashed a scowl at him and said, “Oh you should watch where you’re going! My god.” Tom apologized but rolled his eyes after he passed her. Abby got on the nerves of every woman at the station because of her overwhelming personality. Abby was a team player but never shut up and was a bit of an airhead. Abby particularly got on Stacy’s nerves. The two of them got along like oil and water, although Abby was never aware of just how much Stacy disliked working with her. Abby was married to her dork of a husband and wanted to start a family soon.
Abby was short, around 5’ 3”, and had dull red hair. She was decently pretty but not stunning like the other women. Abby had a nice figure from practicing yoga several times a week, small breasts, and a flat muscular stomach. Abby was especially skilled at yoga, which was a huge help when they implemented those segments on the show because it drew in their key demographic of women. Tom also loved looking at her large, round butt as she walked away from him. Abby would frequently walk around in tight yoga pants when she wasn’t wearing a dress. It was clear that even though she didn’t have much going on up top, her rear was very substantial.
Tom stopped by the break room and peaked in. Two more of his female anchors were sitting in the lounge sipping cups of tea. The first was Lisa Holstein, his new primary sports reporter who had signed on about a year ago but was perfect for that role. Lisa had played every sport she could in high school and went on to play college basketball. She was lean and near 6’ 0” without heels on, which intimidated some of the male anchors around the station. Lisa had long, naturally dirty blonde hair that she had dyed to make herself and even lighter blonde. But she kept her eyebrows the same dirty blonde color. Lisa’s eyes were a dazzling hazel color and she had full, pouty lips. Lisa was 28 years old, married but with no children yet, and ambitions to make a lot more money to comfortably start her family. Lisa just raised her eyebrows with confusion and asked Tom if he needed anything in a clearly non-inviting tone.
The other field reporter was Megan Young, another knockout although not nearly as tenacious as her coworkers when it came to flaunting her looks. Megan was around 30, stood about 5’ 6”, and had an impressive, lean figure. She had dark brown hair that she recently dyed almost black, which contrasted nicely with her paler skin and dazzling blueish-green eyes. Megan had a truly sweet personality and loved being a part of the news team as field reporter. She was married but hadn’t started trying for children yet. Tom favored her and Stacy the most. He found Stacy irresistible and thought Megan was extremely attractive as well. But he also liked Megan because of all the women at the station, she didn’t go out of her way to be mean to him. She might not have cared for his company but she never bashed him openly like the others. He always gave Megan assignments that kept her out of the elements. Things like visiting local hospitals, charity drives, and interviews with anyone of note in the community. Megan was content working for the station; she only wanted a raise to keep advancing herself.
Tom went out onto the reporting floor where they had the stage and camera set up. He looked past the camera and watched as two of his more seasoned anchors were reading the news live. Samantha Roe and Courtney Jenkins made quite a pair and were a nice set of eye candy for the average male viewer getting off work and checking in.
Samantha Roe was tall with sharp features, nut brown hair that she wore straight down past her shoulders, and hazel eyes. Her naturally tan skin gave her a slightly exotic look. Samantha enjoyed staying very fit and looked athletic in her tight dresses and heels. The tall news anchor used to play several sports in high school and still enjoyed doing yoga, jogging, and cycling classes. Samantha had just turned 30 not too long ago and was focused on being a top anchor someday soon. She was married with two little boys at home. Samantha had a more matter-of-fact way of reporting the news that combined well with her co-anchor, Courtney.
Courtney Jenkins was the other evening anchor. She was also around 30, but Courtney had a sweet, cute as a button face with dimples that matched her personality. Courtney had dark hair that fell about her shoulders. She always brought her fun, vibrant personality to the table when reporting with Samantha. Courtney was a little shorter and smaller than her co-anchor but was still toned with medium breasts. She had quite an appeal to her with her big, inviting brown eyes, feminine physique, and contagious smile. Courtney seemed like the type of girl that was extremely attractive but also approachable. Tom knew she was married with a little boy. Courtney talked about how she wanted to try for a little girl soon.
[THE NEXT WEEK]
Tom called Rich and made sure he was headed over with the van. It was time to implement their plan. Rich had called an associate of his, who was heavily involved in smuggling people in or out of a country if they could pay him enough to make it worth it. At first, the associate didn’t want to risk trying to sell “tickle slaves” but when he heard it was eight gorgeous news anchors, he changed his mind. The mountain of money that sort of haul would land was too tempting. Lots of guys would pay top dollar for elite tier women.
The two men planned on using Rich’s house to hold the women until they could be sold off. The house was well out of the city and decently secluded because of the size of his property. The house was quite large, especially for just one guy living there. But Rich’s house was the perfect place to hold the women because of another fact...Rich had spent quite a lot of money transforming his finished basement into a sex dungeon of sorts. He fully embraced his fetishes and the darker, hardcore elements of his sex life. The downstairs area of his house was already equipped with almost every sex toy and piece of bondage equipment they would need. Rich frequently brought women back to his place and either persuaded (or more often paid) them to indulge in his fantasies of bondage and tickling. It was the perfect place to take the bitchy news anchors and teach them to be tickle slaves.
Rich pulled up in the back of the studio in a full size van with blacked out windows. Tom didn’t even question where he got it; Rich was a man of means and once he set his mind to a task, it got done. Tom had come up with the plan to set meeting times with each of the women to go over their new contracts. When each woman would walk in his office, the two men would nab her. After each news anchor was bound and gagged, they would march them quickly out to the van and load them.
[TWO HOURS LATER]
Tom opened one of the back doors of the station and helped Rich escort the line of women out to the van. Each news anchor was still wearing their usual station attire, a tight dress or skirt and high heels. Except for Abby, who had on a snug black tank top, form-fitting blue yoga pants, and tennis shoes. The women all whined and whimpered as they asked what was happening. Their arms were tied behind their backs and once they got to the van, the men quickly wrapped some more lengths of rope around their knees and ankles to keep their legs together.
The women were huddled around the rear of the van complaining and demanding to know where they were being taken. Tom finally let them in on what was happening. He explained, “Might be as good a time as any...you ladies no longer work at Channel 9 News. In fact, you are now property. You’ll soon be sold off as tickle slaves to the highest bidder. So get one last good look at the news station because that’s all you’ll ever see of your former lives again.” There was an uproar of yelling and crying and questions that followed but Tom didn’t care at all. As far as he was concerned, this group of entitled bitches had it coming.
Tom opened up both rear doors of the van, causing the women to collectively gasp with shock. The rear cargo area of the van had seating along both walls similar to a police transport van for when multiple criminals were hauled in. The middle of the cargo area was open and there was a metal divider between the cab and the back of the van. There were handcuffs secured to the walls at set intervals. But the thing that really shocked the captive news anchors was the sight of eight large dildos that had been secured in place on the platforms in front of each set of handcuffs. Four on each bench about two feet apart. Each dildo had been secured at the base and stood erect in the air, seemingly waiting for a prisoner.
“What THE FUCK are those for?” Jen asked with a pissed off tone. Rich put his hands on her shoulders and said with satisfaction, “Oh you’re about to find out, sweetie.” Jen struggled but the ropes around her knees and ankles made getting away absolutely out of the question. The men lifted her up into the back of the van and then Rich hopped in to help guide her back.
Jen was wearing a black top, trendy denim jean jacket, tight white pants, and black strappy heels. Rich helped move her to the back of the cargo area nearest the corner behind the driver’s seat. Jen had to hop almost because her legs were bound together. When she got to the first seat, she saw it had an 8” orange dildo with a large swollen tip and a smooth, thick shaft. Jen’s eyes got huge with nervous anticipation and dread. “No! No fucking way! That’s a fucking joke! No fucking way that’s going in me!” Jen argued to Rich as she tried to lean back and get away from it. Rich just spun her around to face away from it and yanked down her tight pants and tiny black thong all the way down to her knees. Jen went from arguing to pleading but it didn’t save her. Rich held the shaft of the dildo and made Jen sit down on it slowly. He helped guide it in; the feeling took Jen’s breath away. Rich was able to wiggle her butt down over the orange cock completely and then secured her to the bench with the handcuffs.
The women were staring in disbelief as they watched Jen sitting there terribly uncomfortable and taking short, shallow breaths as she tried not to move too much. Tom grabbed Courtney and pushed her up into the back of the van next. She shouted and pleaded to at least not have to ride sitting on a dildo but the men ignored her. Courtney took short little hops with defeated look on her face as Rich spun her around in front of an 8.5” pink dildo that had a rather enlarged tip and base.
Courtney had on a black and orange dress and black heels. Rich pulled her dress up, revealing her see-through, black panties. The sheer material showed off her trimmed strip of dark pubic hair right above her pussy. Rich reached around and pulled her panties hard so that he ripped a small hole in back of the thin material. Courtney let out a surprised “Oh!” when her panties were torn. Then Rich made her sit down. “Oh my God, that’s horrible!” Courtney shouted reactively as she felt the immense pressure in her bottom.
Rhonda freaked out when they pulled her from the group next. “I’m your #1 news anchor!!! You can’t treat me like this!” Rhonda yelled at Tom as she was pushed up into the van. Rich spun the spoiled news woman around and pulled up her light blue dress. Rhonda had on a skimpy black thong, which Rich just pulled to the side as he backed her up to a 7” light blue dildo. The shaft and head of it were impressively thick.
Rhonda tried to resist sitting down but was eventually overpowered. “No, no, no!!!” she screamed as she felt the head of the dildo behind her. Rhonda gasped and whined as it started to go in. How could such a massive shaft even fit back there? The light blue dildo had completely stuffed her full. “Ooohhh fuuuuck!!” She exclaimed after she finally took it all inside her.
Abby was next. They hoisted her into the van and made her hop over next to Rhonda. Abby saw a giant 9” teal dildo that looked realistic and incredibly vascular waiting for her. Abby said nothing and could only stare in numb anticipation.
Rich turned Abby around and pulled down her blue leggings and light blue panties, revealing her two large, fatty butt cheeks. Abby finally found her words and complained, “That thing is fucking massive! It’ll never fit inside me! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Rich just chuckled and replied, “Oh you’ll make room. Your big booty should have no problem taking a big dick like this one.” There was no more arguing as Abby was lowered down and felt the overwhelming pressure consume her thoughts. Every inch was a struggle as her large pear-shaped booty enveloped the thick, veiny rod. By the end, the redheaded anchor was in tears.
That bench was full so now the girls were seated on the opposite side. Megan was the next girl they pulled up into the back of the van. She looked around at the other girls for help but obviously that wasn’t going to save her. Waiting for Megan at the far end of the open bench was an 8.5” purple dildo. It was ribbed down the entire shaft for added stimulation. Megan was wearing a pink dress and pink heels. Rich pulled up her dress and then tore a large hole in her purple, lace panties.
“Be a good girl and sit down, sweetheart,” Rich ordered. Rich put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a push downward. Megan pleaded and still shook her head no frantically as she was lowered down. There was some resistance at first and then it slid home inside her. Megan hit a high pitch moan as each ripple of the shaft slipped inside of her.
The remaining girls were paralyzed with fear as they looked at the next dildo waiting in the seat next to Megan. The monster cock was a 9.5” black dildo with a fleshy, lighter-colored tip. It had huge veins decorating its meaty shaft. The remaining women were praying that they wouldn’t be the unlucky one chosen to ride sitting on that behemoth.
Tom chose Samantha and pulled her forward to be loaded into the van. Samantha screamed and fought back but there wasn’t much she could do except prepare to be stuffed with a huge fake cock. Rich lifted Samantha’s black dress up and saw she was wearing a black thong. He jiggled her athletic, toned buttocks and then pulled the thong off to one side. “There’s no way that thing will fit! It’s the biggest fucking dildo I’ve ever seen! I can’t do this!” Samantha whined.
“Let me help you then,” Rich answered back. He gripped the sides of her large butt cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her asshole as much as possible. “Try not to tense,” Rich explained with a smile as he guided Samantha’s bottom onto the dildo and then watched the giant head of it push into her. Samantha cringed and shouted in pain as the dildo found its way into her ass.
Tom decided to load up Stacy next and sit her next to Samantha. She had on a pink, sleeveless dress and black heels. Stacy was so very grateful she didn’t get stuck with the massive dildo that Samantha was sitting on but she wasn’t pleased with the one waiting for her either. On the bench next to Samantha was a 9” flesh-colored cock with dozens of veins adorning it’s shaft and balls. The tip of it was smooth and shiny with impeccable detail.
Rich wrestled with her a little and finally bent her over and pulled up her pink dress, revealing a mouth-watering ass in a bright pink g-string. “Don’t you even dare think of putting that thing in my ass!” Stacy screamed as Rich pulled the sliver of pink fabric nestled between her ass cheeks off to the side. Stacy grunted and tried to shift around but she still felt the tip of the dildo pressed up against her. Rich helped guide it inside her. Stacy gasped and grunted as the pressure of it built and built. “That’s it, all the way down to the balls,” Rich commented as Stacy grimaced with discomfort. Finally, Stacy’s ass had taken everything down to the base of the shaft near the balls.
Lisa knew it was her turn now. They forced her up into the van and showed her what was waiting for her. The last dildo was 10.5” and flesh-colored. It didn’t have nearly as much girth as the other ones but it seemed to go on forever like a rope. Lisa saw it and immediately complained that there was no way all of that could fit in her ass. Rich pulled up her maroon dress and pulled down her blue thong. He pointed out that she was a really tall woman and that there should be plenty of room up inside of her to take it.
Lisa couldn’t believe this. She had been a star athlete in college and had landed a great job at a popular news station. But now here she was about to have her ass filled with the longest dildo she had ever seen and then she would be sold off as a tickle slave for the rest of her life. Rich helped the tip of it into Lisa’s bottom and then fed it into her anus inch by inch as she shouted for him to stop. Lisa had no idea where it was all going but somehow the nearly foot long dildo snaked it’s way up into her bowels.
The two men were just about to take off when Tom heard a familiar voice calling his name. He quickly shut the van doors and spun around. Stacy’s fiancé, Matt, was waiving at him and hustling over. He was followed by Adam, Jen’s fiancé. “Just fucking great,” Tom said under his breath as the two men jogged over to him.
Matt: “Hello, Tom. Hey, Adam and I were just stopping by to pick up Stacy and Jen. We were planning on surprising them with dinner tonight to celebrate the new ratings they’ve been talking about. Have you seen them, by chance? We couldn’t find them inside.”
Tom looked nervous as he fumbled for an excuse. Then the men heard shouting and screaming in the back of the van, which drew their attention. Tom backed away while the men were distracted with the noise. Matt and Adam got the sense that something was very wrong and quickly ripped open the back doors to see what was going on. The Channel 9 ladies felt a wave or relief wash over them as they realized they were about to be rescued.
But then Rich and Tom appeared again, this time behind the men with stun guns. They zapped Matt and Adam, who fell limp in the parking lot. “Aw shit, this is just fucking great,” Tom cursed as he paced around. Rich snapped his fingers at him and told Tom to help get the men in the back of the van. They moved quickly and duct taped the men’s hands and wrists together and then laid them down on the floor of the van between the two benches.
The women couldn’t believe their luck. They were just about to be rescued from being abducted and sold off as tickle slaves and now they were back on course. They screamed as the van doors were shut and then the engine started up. As the van started to leave the parking lot, they knew their lives as they knew them would never be the same.
TO BE CONTINUED...
