“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 6
*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.
The ladies of Channel 9 News thought being tickled by the buyers was bad the first day but it turned out to be minimal compared to the following day’s activities. From the moment they woke up, the women were forced to endure a sadistic variety of tickling methods and positions as they were evaluated by the buyers. And of course, Tom and Rich couldn’t help but join in.
THAT MORNING:
News anchor Courtney Jenkins and field reporter Megan Young were on a couch lying on their backs with their legs up in the air. They were not tied but their ankles were being held in armlocks as their feet were tickled by Tyson and James. Courtney was trying to kick her feet free from Tyson but he held her tight as he stood in front of the couch. Courtney laughed but mostly tried to squirm away from his grasp. His fingers raking across her size 9 soles were making her act desperately as she shouted and thrashed.
Next to her was Megan, who was also trying to pull her feet free from James’ grasp. He fluttered his fingers over her bare, perfect size 8 soles. Megan gripped the seat cushions and wiggled like crazy for a break. Her shapely arches were a problem spot for her and she hated feeling them stroked repeatedly by a creep. Megan tried crossing one foot in front of the other, but the tickling persisted just the same.
After some time, Tyson couldn’t take looking directly at Courtney’s soles. They were beautiful and right at his eye level from the way he had her positioned. Tyson took a break from tickling the poor news anchor and pressed his face right into her creamy arches for a big inhale. Courtney’s laughter had trickled off but was quickly replaced with a sound of disgust as she watched with a wrinkled facial expression and her mouth agape. Tyson pulled her feet tight to his face and continued sniffing her soles. Courtney still couldn’t comprehend why a guy would want to do that of all things, but what choice did she have? If one of the buyers wanted to sniff her soles, she had to let them.
James noticed what Tyson was doing and thought it sounded like a good idea as well. He gave Megan a much needed break and started sniffing between each of her toes. She looked concerned and didn’t know what to do except lie there with her feet up in his face. Megan saw James was going to the crack between each pair of toes and smelling them passionately. “I guess he just loves smelling between my toes,” Megan thought as she watched him sniff and then smile each time. Megan looked over and then squeezed Courtney’s hand. Courtney returned the squeeze and the two of them just laid there embarrassed as the buyers continued to smell their feet.
In another area of the basement, there were two sets of stocks secured side by side. Stacy Becker, the Channel 9 weather girl, was locked in one set and was going absolutely crazy with unbridled laughter as Ahmed scrubbed her soles with a hairbrush. She wiggled her feet every direction and shook so hard the heavy stocks rocked back and forth slightly, but nothing could buy her a moment of rest. Ahmed was a cruel tickler and kept the intensity high as he focused on her sensitive arches.
Beside Stacy was Lisa Holstein, the tall, blonde sports reporter. Lisa was visibly exhausted from already receiving a turn with the hairbrush. Her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed red from laughing so hard. Lisa’s big size 11 soles stuck out of the holes in the stocks and were easy targets for a hairbrush, even if she scrunched her feet up. Lisa crossed them over and rubbed them together as much as she could to try and rid herself from the lingering tickling feeling the hairbrush had left.
Stacy’s desperate pleading soon turned to incoherent babble and then to just straight screaming as she twisted and arched her back like a woman possessed. “God, please don’t let this guy be the one who buys me! He’s so merciless!” Stacy thought as she squealed and cried laughter. Ahmed ignored her screams completely and just kept scrubbing the brush along the bottoms of her feet. Ever since Ahmed had learned of the tickle slave auction involving the Channel 9 News team, he had watched any clip he could find. He was already quite familiar with many of the girls from old news clips of them reading updates or reporting the news. Ahmed was especially infatuated with Stacy already and it was a joy for him to tickle her ruthlessly like this.
Ahmed looked over at Lisa and asked her, “Looks like you can’t help but watch your friend here suffer. Maybe you’d like another turn?” Lisa’s eyes got huge and she frantically replied, “No! No! Uh-uh! No way! I’ve had enough! You don’t have to do that! I can’t take another turn! Please don’t! Not the hairbrush again! My big feet can’t take that!” Lisa was sent into ticklish hysterics moments later as Ahmed moved over and began scrubbing her soles again.
On one of the large couches in the room, the remaining women were tied. Samantha Roe, Rhonda Sterling, Jen Dawson, and Abby Wright were lying on their backs on the seats of the couch; their legs and feet were up on top where a person’s head would naturally rest. Their feet were sticking up over the top of the couch and were the only parts of them visible to Jeff and Vicky, who were kneeling behind the couch tickling them. They randomly flicked their fingers along the 8 trapped soles in front of them and listened the to ever-changing chorus of laughter as the women took turns laughing and squealing.
Jen was giggling and shaking her feet as she felt Vicky’s long fingernails tickling across her small size 7 feet. Samantha protested and kicked as Jeff bothered her size 10 soles with his menacing fingers. Jeff reached up and started tickling Rhonda’s size 6.5 soles with one of his hands, causing both women to laugh together. Vicky came over and started attacking one of Rhonda’s feet, along with her husband. Rhonda really started shouting and laughing hard then. Vicky took over tickling Rhonda while Jeff snuck over to the end and began tickling Abby’s unsuspecting feet. The redhead shrieked and burst into laughter as her meaty, size 6 soles were touched.
THAT AFTERNOON:
Ahmed had taken Courtney and Abby over to a couch. He sat at one end of it and looked at the two women while trying to decide which one he wanted to get a footjob from. Finally, Ahmed motioned to Courtney and made her lie face down across the couch with her feet in his lap. Courtney looked apprehensive as she felt his half-engorged member near her feet. Then she felt him slip his cock between her arches and start thrusting.
Abby thought she was in the clear for a little while until Ahmed motioned for her to come closer. She hesitantly stepped forward and was told to kneel in front of him. “Start sucking,” Ahmed commanded her. Abby made a pouty expression and looked down at Courtney’s soles going up and down his shaft. “But she’s already MMMHHHMMM!!!” Abby said as Ahmed grabbed her hair and forced her mouth down onto his cock. He pushed Abby’s head down all the way until her face was pressed into Courtney’s soles. Abby coughed as Ahmed’s dick slid into the back of her throat. She could smell the rich odor of her coworker’s feet as her head was held down.
Abby tried to push herself up to raise her head off Ahmed’s dick and to get away from Courtney’s feet. Ahmed pushed her hands away every time she tried to push up. Abby finally realized it was pointless and gave in. After keeping her head pinned down, he at last felt her warm tongue start to slide along the underside of his shaft. He kept ahold of her red hair but allowed her to raise her head up and down as she started to blow him. Abby realized that he wanted her to suck him in conjunction with Courtney giving him a footjob. And the only way to get her nose away from Courtney’s stinky feet and get some fresh air was to hurry up and finish the blowjob.
Courtney looked back and saw Abby’s face rising and falling with her feet. She could feel the redhead’s nose nuzzled up against her arches. She called down to her friend, “I’m really sorry Abby. I’m sure my feet must stink. Try and get him off quick and then it’ll be over.” Abby didn’t answer; she just let out a pouty whine as she kept slurping and tonguing the stiff rod.
Eventually, Ahmed blew his load and held Abby’s head down firmly. Abby groaned with surprise and disgust as she felt him pumping his load into her mouth while her face was pulled down flush with Courtney’s feet. Abby wiggles around and kept trying to push away from Ahmed’s penis. But he held her head down and chuckled as he easily pushed her hands away.
While Ahmed was enjoying himself, Lisa, Jen, and Megan were struggling and writhing while hanging upside down from the ceiling. They were suspended from their ankles and their hands were tied behind their backs. James, Tyson, and Tom stood back and laughed as they watched the three hotties wiggle and sway around as they tried to get free from their vulnerable position.
After watching the women struggle while hanging upside down, the three men approached them. Tyson went to Lisa, James went to Jen, and Tom went to Megan. The men unbuckled their belts and pulled their dicks out. Their members hung out right in front of the women’s faces as they hung upside down in front of them. The Channel 9 women turned their heads to the side and wrinkled their faces in disapproval as blowjobs were implied.
Their unwilling attitudes were helped along when the guys started tickling their tummies and sides. Tyson started playing with Lisa’s long torso. He wiggled his fingers over her very flat stomach and then down to her visible rib cage, which definitely got a great reaction from her. Lisa wiggled her body like crazy as she laughed, causing her to swing around a little. James was playing in Jen’s tiny, taught bellybutton and squeezing one of her sides to make her shriek and cry laughter. Jen hung there mostly motionless as she laughed hysterically except for the occasional kicking jolt that made her sway a little. Tom was digging into Megan’s sides and blowing raspberries on her tummy. He felt her belly shaking and listened to her crazy, desperate laughter as he flicked his tongue in her bellybutton.
The women knew what the men expected and soon came around to giving them what they wanted. Lisa hated feeling Tyson’s fingers digging in between her ribs. She opened her mouth wide and awkwardly tried to get it around Tyson’s cock as she swung around and laughed wildly. Finally she was able to get her mouth around Tyson’s package and started sucking like there was no tomorrow.
Jen felt James’ penis pressing against her cheek as he tickled her. Jen tried to resist him as he reached down, grabbed his cock, and tapped it against the corner of her mouth. His wiggling fingers explored her toned tummy, making her jolt and laugh sporadically. She turned her head and engulfed his dick with her warm mouth and started working it over with her skilled tongue.
Megan was getting desperate and opened her mouth wide in defeat. Tom guides his balls down into her mouth first and made her suck on those first while he gently rolled his tongue in her bellybutton. Tom felt her giggling around his balls as he continued to torment her but the vibrations actually added to his pleasure. After a few minutes, he pulled himself off her and slipped his cock into her mouth. Again, he went back to licking her bellybutton. Megan moaned with disappointment and started giggling again. The men continued to torment the inverted captives until they each blew their loads in the women’s mouths.
In another area of the room, Rhonda, Stacy, and Samantha found themselves locked in sets of stocks. The stocks were designed to keep a woman standing and bent over at the waist. Her breasts went through holes in a horizontal board she was leaning on, and dangled down. Her neck and wrists were clasped in a separated board that was vertical to keep her in place. The three hot news anchors were stuck side by side in the stocks. Rhonda, Stacy, and Samantha has clearly been chosen because they had the largest breasts of the group. They were bent over and couldn’t even really look around too much because their heads were locked in place.
Rich was using a small, stiff feather to lightly trace and flick across Rhonda’s trapped tits. The head news anchor was guffawing and shaking in her stocks, which caused her breasts to shake. The feather licked across her little, pink nipples and made her contort her face in forced laughter. Rhonda has never known her breasts could be quite so ticklish. She squeezed her hands into fists and yelled at Rich to stop, but her efforts were futile.
Jeff was enjoying himself immensely as he kneeled down and rubbed his wiggling fingertips along Stacy’s impressively large jugs. Stacy strained to rise up from her bent over position, but it was evident that she was stuck here. She laughed and stamped her feet in frustration as her large melons were flicked and fondled. Jeff wiggled his exploring fingers down the outer sides of both breasts and reached her nipples at the same time. He rubbed and flicked along the weather girl’s smooth, pink areoles and the tips of her nipples. Stacy shouted, “Ugh! Stop touching my boobs, you creep! Hahahahaha! I have a fiancé! These are off limits to you, jerk! Hahahahaha! Not my nipples!”
Jeff’s wife, Vicky, was seeing to Samantha. The tall, athletic news anchor was locked down in the same awkward position with her tan titties trapped and vulnerable. Vicky was knelt down under her and as using her long fingernails to playfully scratch along the sides of the trembling tits. Samantha grunted and giggled as this other woman felt her up and tickled her chest. The nails felt horrible as they lightly traced around the sides of her dangling breasts.
THAT EVENING:
Lisa and Jen were tied with their arms stretched tight over their heads. The ropes were secured to the ceiling. The two coworkers were kneeling on the ground side by side. Jen had already been fitted with a large O-ring gag in her mouth to force it open. Jen watched with a sense of gloom as Jeff and James held Lisa’s head still and forced an O-ring gag into her mouth as well, just like they had done to her. Lisa tried to keep her mouth clenched shut and only grunted as she resisted. But they managed to force her mouth open and secure it in place as she whimpered.
Jeff and Vicky stayed with Lisa and James went back over to Jen. James looked menacing as he looked at her with a smile and wiggled his fingers in anticipation. Jen knew her smooth underarms were completely unguarded in this position. It would be a living hell if he started touching her there. But that’s exactly what happened. James brought his fingers forward and started sliding them around in Jen’s vulnerable armpits. Jen screamed; the sound was distorted by her weird mouth position but it was a scream nonetheless. The tiny, stunning field reporter began twisting and laughing awkwardly through her gag. The laughing sounded broken and throaty as it poured out. Jen’s eyes were closed and her face was flushed red from laughing.
To Jen’s right was Lisa, who had also started laughing when Vicky started scratching her skilled fingernails in the tall sports reporter’s creamy hollows. Vicky was standing behind the blonde and wrapped her long fingers around so that her nails could torture the outstretched underarms. Lisa cackled and squealed with forced enthusiasm as she twisted and shook. At one point, Vicky even knelt down and flicked her tongue in one of Lisa’s armpits. The slippery, warm tongue slithered around in her underarm. Lisa has tears streaming down her face as she instinctively shakes her head from side to side.
Vicky saw Jeff pulling out his cock and went to hold Lisa’s head still. Lisa’s eyes got wide when she felt Vicky’s hands holding her in place and Jeff holding his engorged penis. Lisa tried to shout as he guided it into the opening of the O-ring gag but nothing could stop him. Lisa felt the swollen rod slide through the ring and into her mouth. She almost gagged as Jeff thrust it al the way home. Vicky resumed tickling the poor blonde’s defenseless underarms as her husband fucked her mouth. Lisa laughed around his cock as he blew his load.
James held Jen’s hair and held her head still as he moved his penis to the opening of the gag. Jen shook her head no as the cock slipped through the O-ring and into her waiting mouth. Jen kicked her feet a little behind her as James pushed himself all the way into her until her face was flushed with his stomach. James reached down and started tormenting her smooth hollows again as he pumped his cock into her mouth. The vibrations from her laughing and her wiggling tongue quickly sent James over the edge and he burst in her mouth.
In an open area on the ground, Tyson, Rich, and Tom were lying down on their backs. Samantha, Courtney, and Megan were straddling their torsos and facing away so that their butts were up near the men’s faces. Much to the Channel 9 women’s dismay, the guys were having a competition to see if the women could give them blowjobs while they were being tickled.
Samantha was straddling Tyson; her tan, round booty was hovering right in front of his face as she gave him the best head she could. Samantha wanted to finish him and be left alone as quickly as possible. But Tyson wasn’t making it easy. He was squeezing and poking her sides randomly, making her instantly tense up and laugh. The ticklish distractions made her lose her concentration and kept Tyson from orgasming too quickly.
Tyson could feel Samantha’s toned tummy flex and tighten when he suddenly surprised her with a side squeeze. Samantha shrieked girlish laughter and jabbed her elbows down to make him quit it. When he finally let up, Samantha took the dick back into her mouth and tried to make up for lost time by sucking on it passionately. Tyson was in heaven. He could practically control how long the blowjob was prolonged by tickling Samantha every so often. No need to rush things when you had a beautiful lady sucking your cock.
Courtney was bent over Rich the same way. Her adorable butt was on display for him as he tickled her hips and sides. It shook as she giggled and choked on his dick. Courtney has the same idea as Samantha. She would try to make Rich cum as soon as she could so that she didn’t have to endure quite so much tickling. The soft-eyed news anchor fondled Rich’s balls as she slurped up and down on his penis.
Rich loved waiting until Courtney was in a good rhythm and then made her jolt with a quick rib tickling. Courtney shrieked and fell into laughter as the cock fell out of her mouth. Rich told her the only way to make the tickling stop was to start sucking him again. Courtney tried to compose herself as much as possible and eagerly pulled the stiff penis back into her mouth.
Tom laid back and enjoyed the view of one of his favorite anchor’s ass right in front of his face. Megan shifted and wiggled her round backside as she laughed wildly from his tickling assault on her sides. Megan pulled her head back off of his dick and grabbed his hands as she laughed like crazy. Tom thought it was cute that she couldn’t even stand a little side tickling while she tried to give him a blowjob. He granted her a break and allowed her to resume sucking on him.
“I should have called you in to my office to do this more often,” Tom said as he fondled her butt cheeks. Megan gave out a hurried whine, which conveyed clear disapproval of his suggestion. Tom couldn’t see her face, but he could imagine her expression of disgust at the thought of working like that under him. Tom held his hands a fraction of an inch from Megan’s sides. She could sense their presence there and it made her whine and shift with uneasy tension at the eminent tickling that was soon to come. Tom grabbed her sides and began squeezing them vigorously. Megan let out unbridled laughter and tried to push his hands away as she squirmed around on top of him.
As the women worked their way through dozens of tickle attacks during the course of the blowjobs, they eventually felt their men nearing completion. Tyson, ever the jokester, waited until he was gushing mid-orgasm before he gave Samantha another vicious side tickle. Samantha was surprised by the timing and nearly gagged on his load as it fired into her mouth. It took everything Samantha had in her to keep her lips sealed around Tyson’s cock as he tickled her. Rich gave Courtney a rib tickling and slid his hands down to her sides right before he came. Courtney has pulled away from his penis once again to laugh. But she had to quickly engulf the head of his penis and fight back the urge to scream laughter as he tickled her sides and filled her mouth at the same time. Megan felt Tom start to erupt and made sure to do a good job of working his shaft until every drop was out. But as soon as Tom has tapered off, he suddenly started tickling her sides. Megan coughed and laughed almost instantly. She lost a fair amount of the load she hadn’t swallowed yet. It dripped from her chin as she laughed awkwardly with a mouthful of her boss’ cum.
On one of the couches were Rhonda, Stacy, and Abby side by side. They had been tied so that they were almost lying on their backs with their butts near the edge of the seat cushions. Their legs had been pulled back behind their heads so that their ankles were tied behind their necks. Then their arms were wrapped around the backs of their knees and tied behind their backs. This helped keep their legs up behind their heads. The three Channel 9 hotties were contorted and tied like pretzels by Ahmed, the most sadistic buyer. Ahmed was taking his time. He wanted to stimulate the women in strange ways other than just tickling. Their feet, pussies, and asses were on full display to him and he worked them over expertly.
Ahmed was on one end of the couch working Rhonda over again. He had been tickling her feet for a while before but was now knelt down in front of her eating her out. Rhonda had complained at first but Ahmed turned out to be exceptionally skilled at pleasing women that way so she just shut up and remained neutral. At least in a verbal sense; Rhonda’s wet southern region was betraying her as Ahmed ate her out in front of her coworkers.
The only thing that was keeping Rhonda from being able to climax was the constant pestering of Ahmed flicking a small, stiff feather around near her exposed butthole as he licked her pussy. She giggled and griped about it but she didn’t want to let on that she could cum hard right then and there if he stopped. Despite having a busy household with three kids, the queen news anchor was used to being pleased every night by her husband. He only tinkered around with some online trading so Rhonda was definitely the main bread winner in their household. He mostly took care of the household and made sure his prized reporter was well pleased every night. And it had been several days now for her without release.
Ahmed asked her if she wanted him to fuck her or if she preferred to keep being frustrated by his licking and a feather around her anus. Rhonda defiantly replied, “Excuse you! My husband would be VERY upset if he knew you were fucking me! How dare you suggest I willingly let you violate the sanctity of my marriage! Now let me out of this strange bondage you’ve put us in!” Ahmed ignored her and kept driving her crazy by licking her passionately.
After a time, Rhonda was so turned on but couldn’t handle the fact that his annoying feather tickling was preventing her much needed orgasm. When he offered again, Rhonda feigned like she didn’t care. She said, “Fine, if you must. But my husband will be very upset!” Ahmed knew the pretty brunette was bullshitting. He acted as if he was just going to go back to tickling her feet so Rhonda blurted out, “Wait! You can do it!”
Ahmed: “Do what? Say it.”
Rhonda: “Ugh...you can fuck me.”
Ahmed: “Not good enough. One last chance. Tell me you want me to or I can just tickle your feet some more.”
Rhonda knew she wanted release bad and wanted to not be tickled again even more so. She swallowed her dignity once again and shouted, “You can fuck me! I want it! Please!” Ahmed obliged her and stood to fuck her. He leaned into her contorted body and buried his erect cock deep inside her. Rhonda’s eyes almost rolled back it felt so good to finally have some relieving stimulation. She was surprised at how great it felt, despite her miserable situation. Rhonda took advance of the situation while she could and let herself enjoy the friction between her legs if nothing else. She cried out, “Oh fuck yeah, smash my pussy!” But things took a turn for the worse when Ahmed starting tickling her feet as he gave it to her. Rhonda still came hard but it’s just that she was laughing wildly and complaining the whole time.
Ahmed moved to the other end of the couch where Abby was. He clipped a device on her that held a small vibrator against her clit and then turned it on. The whirring little device sounded like a power tool. Soon, Abby was torn between being completely pissed off that she was tied like a pretzel and feeling pure sensual ecstasy from the vibrator. She bit her lip but still half-heartedly complained. Ahmed was turned on by her large, round ass. The redhead’s big, pale cheeks intrigued him. Ahmed pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole and slid it home slowly. Abby gasped as her anus was filled with cock.
Ahmed loved the tight squeeze of Abby’s rectum as she instinctively tried to tense her body. The ditzy reporter didn’t know what to think. The vibrator was making her swoon with powerful sensations but Ahmed was stuffing her pleasantly plump booty with his manhood. That’s why she was relieved when he eventually pulled out. The tight pressure in her rear was gone. But her blessing turned out to be misfortune in disguise. Ahmed picked up an electric toothbrush and turned on the whirling bristles. He held it up and pressed it against Abby’s tight little butthole. The redhead began shaking her head and then the giggles started.
“How is my asshole ticklish?!” she thought to herself as her giggles turned to laughter. Ahmed circled the head of the toothbrush around the wrinkled pink hole and listened to her desperate howls of laughter. Abby was folded up and bound in a position that left her ass completely at Ahmed’s mercy...and he was showing none as he continued to buzz her exposed asshole. Abby tried to cry out and plead that she was about to cum. She screamed, “Get that thing away from me! I’m about to cum! Hahahahaha! Not like this! Don’t make me cum like this! Hahahaha! Just let me have this one orgasm! Hahahaha! Stop tickling my butthole and let me finish! Please! Not like this!” But Abby’s pleading was unanswered. Ahmed kept the electric toothbrush right where it was at and she started shaking as the orgasm came forth anyway. The vibrator sent her into overpowering convulsions and she squirted a spray of pleasure despite laughing.
Now it was Stacy’s turn. She had witnessed what had happened with the other two from her middle position on the couch. Ahmed approached her and she spat out, “You think you’re a real lady’s man, huh? Well you won’t make me cum like you did them! I have a fiancé that I love! I’ll never cum for you, creep!” Ahmed didn’t react; he just showed her a large, black vibrator that was sort of shaped like a pointy egg attached to a handle and circular base so it could be pulled out. He turned it on and it began vibrating furiously. Ahmed lowered it and pushed it inside the weather girl’s ass, making her breathe deep with discomfort.
Ahmed thought Stacy was the most gorgeous of the group. Her stunning looks aroused him the most of all the women. He mounted her and began fucking her, making her moan despite her declaration moments before. Ahmed reached up and began tickling the weather girl’s silky soles. Stacy erupted into fits of laughter and girlish giggles. Her mind was overwhelmed with sensations coming from everywhere. Ahmed could tell she was getting close to her orgasm despite her chaotic laughter. When he felt her pussy gushing on him and her sounds go silent, despite him tickling her feet still, Ahmed knew he had brought her to climax. He asked her if she was cumming, but Stacy was far too proud and focused to say anything in that moment. She only reluctantly nodded her head yes as she focused on cumming as hard as she could.
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.
The ladies of Channel 9 News thought being tickled by the buyers was bad the first day but it turned out to be minimal compared to the following day’s activities. From the moment they woke up, the women were forced to endure a sadistic variety of tickling methods and positions as they were evaluated by the buyers. And of course, Tom and Rich couldn’t help but join in.
THAT MORNING:
News anchor Courtney Jenkins and field reporter Megan Young were on a couch lying on their backs with their legs up in the air. They were not tied but their ankles were being held in armlocks as their feet were tickled by Tyson and James. Courtney was trying to kick her feet free from Tyson but he held her tight as he stood in front of the couch. Courtney laughed but mostly tried to squirm away from his grasp. His fingers raking across her size 9 soles were making her act desperately as she shouted and thrashed.
Next to her was Megan, who was also trying to pull her feet free from James’ grasp. He fluttered his fingers over her bare, perfect size 8 soles. Megan gripped the seat cushions and wiggled like crazy for a break. Her shapely arches were a problem spot for her and she hated feeling them stroked repeatedly by a creep. Megan tried crossing one foot in front of the other, but the tickling persisted just the same.
After some time, Tyson couldn’t take looking directly at Courtney’s soles. They were beautiful and right at his eye level from the way he had her positioned. Tyson took a break from tickling the poor news anchor and pressed his face right into her creamy arches for a big inhale. Courtney’s laughter had trickled off but was quickly replaced with a sound of disgust as she watched with a wrinkled facial expression and her mouth agape. Tyson pulled her feet tight to his face and continued sniffing her soles. Courtney still couldn’t comprehend why a guy would want to do that of all things, but what choice did she have? If one of the buyers wanted to sniff her soles, she had to let them.
James noticed what Tyson was doing and thought it sounded like a good idea as well. He gave Megan a much needed break and started sniffing between each of her toes. She looked concerned and didn’t know what to do except lie there with her feet up in his face. Megan saw James was going to the crack between each pair of toes and smelling them passionately. “I guess he just loves smelling between my toes,” Megan thought as she watched him sniff and then smile each time. Megan looked over and then squeezed Courtney’s hand. Courtney returned the squeeze and the two of them just laid there embarrassed as the buyers continued to smell their feet.
In another area of the basement, there were two sets of stocks secured side by side. Stacy Becker, the Channel 9 weather girl, was locked in one set and was going absolutely crazy with unbridled laughter as Ahmed scrubbed her soles with a hairbrush. She wiggled her feet every direction and shook so hard the heavy stocks rocked back and forth slightly, but nothing could buy her a moment of rest. Ahmed was a cruel tickler and kept the intensity high as he focused on her sensitive arches.
Beside Stacy was Lisa Holstein, the tall, blonde sports reporter. Lisa was visibly exhausted from already receiving a turn with the hairbrush. Her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed red from laughing so hard. Lisa’s big size 11 soles stuck out of the holes in the stocks and were easy targets for a hairbrush, even if she scrunched her feet up. Lisa crossed them over and rubbed them together as much as she could to try and rid herself from the lingering tickling feeling the hairbrush had left.
Stacy’s desperate pleading soon turned to incoherent babble and then to just straight screaming as she twisted and arched her back like a woman possessed. “God, please don’t let this guy be the one who buys me! He’s so merciless!” Stacy thought as she squealed and cried laughter. Ahmed ignored her screams completely and just kept scrubbing the brush along the bottoms of her feet. Ever since Ahmed had learned of the tickle slave auction involving the Channel 9 News team, he had watched any clip he could find. He was already quite familiar with many of the girls from old news clips of them reading updates or reporting the news. Ahmed was especially infatuated with Stacy already and it was a joy for him to tickle her ruthlessly like this.
Ahmed looked over at Lisa and asked her, “Looks like you can’t help but watch your friend here suffer. Maybe you’d like another turn?” Lisa’s eyes got huge and she frantically replied, “No! No! Uh-uh! No way! I’ve had enough! You don’t have to do that! I can’t take another turn! Please don’t! Not the hairbrush again! My big feet can’t take that!” Lisa was sent into ticklish hysterics moments later as Ahmed moved over and began scrubbing her soles again.
On one of the large couches in the room, the remaining women were tied. Samantha Roe, Rhonda Sterling, Jen Dawson, and Abby Wright were lying on their backs on the seats of the couch; their legs and feet were up on top where a person’s head would naturally rest. Their feet were sticking up over the top of the couch and were the only parts of them visible to Jeff and Vicky, who were kneeling behind the couch tickling them. They randomly flicked their fingers along the 8 trapped soles in front of them and listened the to ever-changing chorus of laughter as the women took turns laughing and squealing.
Jen was giggling and shaking her feet as she felt Vicky’s long fingernails tickling across her small size 7 feet. Samantha protested and kicked as Jeff bothered her size 10 soles with his menacing fingers. Jeff reached up and started tickling Rhonda’s size 6.5 soles with one of his hands, causing both women to laugh together. Vicky came over and started attacking one of Rhonda’s feet, along with her husband. Rhonda really started shouting and laughing hard then. Vicky took over tickling Rhonda while Jeff snuck over to the end and began tickling Abby’s unsuspecting feet. The redhead shrieked and burst into laughter as her meaty, size 6 soles were touched.
THAT AFTERNOON:
Ahmed had taken Courtney and Abby over to a couch. He sat at one end of it and looked at the two women while trying to decide which one he wanted to get a footjob from. Finally, Ahmed motioned to Courtney and made her lie face down across the couch with her feet in his lap. Courtney looked apprehensive as she felt his half-engorged member near her feet. Then she felt him slip his cock between her arches and start thrusting.
Abby thought she was in the clear for a little while until Ahmed motioned for her to come closer. She hesitantly stepped forward and was told to kneel in front of him. “Start sucking,” Ahmed commanded her. Abby made a pouty expression and looked down at Courtney’s soles going up and down his shaft. “But she’s already MMMHHHMMM!!!” Abby said as Ahmed grabbed her hair and forced her mouth down onto his cock. He pushed Abby’s head down all the way until her face was pressed into Courtney’s soles. Abby coughed as Ahmed’s dick slid into the back of her throat. She could smell the rich odor of her coworker’s feet as her head was held down.
Abby tried to push herself up to raise her head off Ahmed’s dick and to get away from Courtney’s feet. Ahmed pushed her hands away every time she tried to push up. Abby finally realized it was pointless and gave in. After keeping her head pinned down, he at last felt her warm tongue start to slide along the underside of his shaft. He kept ahold of her red hair but allowed her to raise her head up and down as she started to blow him. Abby realized that he wanted her to suck him in conjunction with Courtney giving him a footjob. And the only way to get her nose away from Courtney’s stinky feet and get some fresh air was to hurry up and finish the blowjob.
Courtney looked back and saw Abby’s face rising and falling with her feet. She could feel the redhead’s nose nuzzled up against her arches. She called down to her friend, “I’m really sorry Abby. I’m sure my feet must stink. Try and get him off quick and then it’ll be over.” Abby didn’t answer; she just let out a pouty whine as she kept slurping and tonguing the stiff rod.
Eventually, Ahmed blew his load and held Abby’s head down firmly. Abby groaned with surprise and disgust as she felt him pumping his load into her mouth while her face was pulled down flush with Courtney’s feet. Abby wiggles around and kept trying to push away from Ahmed’s penis. But he held her head down and chuckled as he easily pushed her hands away.
While Ahmed was enjoying himself, Lisa, Jen, and Megan were struggling and writhing while hanging upside down from the ceiling. They were suspended from their ankles and their hands were tied behind their backs. James, Tyson, and Tom stood back and laughed as they watched the three hotties wiggle and sway around as they tried to get free from their vulnerable position.
After watching the women struggle while hanging upside down, the three men approached them. Tyson went to Lisa, James went to Jen, and Tom went to Megan. The men unbuckled their belts and pulled their dicks out. Their members hung out right in front of the women’s faces as they hung upside down in front of them. The Channel 9 women turned their heads to the side and wrinkled their faces in disapproval as blowjobs were implied.
Their unwilling attitudes were helped along when the guys started tickling their tummies and sides. Tyson started playing with Lisa’s long torso. He wiggled his fingers over her very flat stomach and then down to her visible rib cage, which definitely got a great reaction from her. Lisa wiggled her body like crazy as she laughed, causing her to swing around a little. James was playing in Jen’s tiny, taught bellybutton and squeezing one of her sides to make her shriek and cry laughter. Jen hung there mostly motionless as she laughed hysterically except for the occasional kicking jolt that made her sway a little. Tom was digging into Megan’s sides and blowing raspberries on her tummy. He felt her belly shaking and listened to her crazy, desperate laughter as he flicked his tongue in her bellybutton.
The women knew what the men expected and soon came around to giving them what they wanted. Lisa hated feeling Tyson’s fingers digging in between her ribs. She opened her mouth wide and awkwardly tried to get it around Tyson’s cock as she swung around and laughed wildly. Finally she was able to get her mouth around Tyson’s package and started sucking like there was no tomorrow.
Jen felt James’ penis pressing against her cheek as he tickled her. Jen tried to resist him as he reached down, grabbed his cock, and tapped it against the corner of her mouth. His wiggling fingers explored her toned tummy, making her jolt and laugh sporadically. She turned her head and engulfed his dick with her warm mouth and started working it over with her skilled tongue.
Megan was getting desperate and opened her mouth wide in defeat. Tom guides his balls down into her mouth first and made her suck on those first while he gently rolled his tongue in her bellybutton. Tom felt her giggling around his balls as he continued to torment her but the vibrations actually added to his pleasure. After a few minutes, he pulled himself off her and slipped his cock into her mouth. Again, he went back to licking her bellybutton. Megan moaned with disappointment and started giggling again. The men continued to torment the inverted captives until they each blew their loads in the women’s mouths.
In another area of the room, Rhonda, Stacy, and Samantha found themselves locked in sets of stocks. The stocks were designed to keep a woman standing and bent over at the waist. Her breasts went through holes in a horizontal board she was leaning on, and dangled down. Her neck and wrists were clasped in a separated board that was vertical to keep her in place. The three hot news anchors were stuck side by side in the stocks. Rhonda, Stacy, and Samantha has clearly been chosen because they had the largest breasts of the group. They were bent over and couldn’t even really look around too much because their heads were locked in place.
Rich was using a small, stiff feather to lightly trace and flick across Rhonda’s trapped tits. The head news anchor was guffawing and shaking in her stocks, which caused her breasts to shake. The feather licked across her little, pink nipples and made her contort her face in forced laughter. Rhonda has never known her breasts could be quite so ticklish. She squeezed her hands into fists and yelled at Rich to stop, but her efforts were futile.
Jeff was enjoying himself immensely as he kneeled down and rubbed his wiggling fingertips along Stacy’s impressively large jugs. Stacy strained to rise up from her bent over position, but it was evident that she was stuck here. She laughed and stamped her feet in frustration as her large melons were flicked and fondled. Jeff wiggled his exploring fingers down the outer sides of both breasts and reached her nipples at the same time. He rubbed and flicked along the weather girl’s smooth, pink areoles and the tips of her nipples. Stacy shouted, “Ugh! Stop touching my boobs, you creep! Hahahahaha! I have a fiancé! These are off limits to you, jerk! Hahahahaha! Not my nipples!”
Jeff’s wife, Vicky, was seeing to Samantha. The tall, athletic news anchor was locked down in the same awkward position with her tan titties trapped and vulnerable. Vicky was knelt down under her and as using her long fingernails to playfully scratch along the sides of the trembling tits. Samantha grunted and giggled as this other woman felt her up and tickled her chest. The nails felt horrible as they lightly traced around the sides of her dangling breasts.
THAT EVENING:
Lisa and Jen were tied with their arms stretched tight over their heads. The ropes were secured to the ceiling. The two coworkers were kneeling on the ground side by side. Jen had already been fitted with a large O-ring gag in her mouth to force it open. Jen watched with a sense of gloom as Jeff and James held Lisa’s head still and forced an O-ring gag into her mouth as well, just like they had done to her. Lisa tried to keep her mouth clenched shut and only grunted as she resisted. But they managed to force her mouth open and secure it in place as she whimpered.
Jeff and Vicky stayed with Lisa and James went back over to Jen. James looked menacing as he looked at her with a smile and wiggled his fingers in anticipation. Jen knew her smooth underarms were completely unguarded in this position. It would be a living hell if he started touching her there. But that’s exactly what happened. James brought his fingers forward and started sliding them around in Jen’s vulnerable armpits. Jen screamed; the sound was distorted by her weird mouth position but it was a scream nonetheless. The tiny, stunning field reporter began twisting and laughing awkwardly through her gag. The laughing sounded broken and throaty as it poured out. Jen’s eyes were closed and her face was flushed red from laughing.
To Jen’s right was Lisa, who had also started laughing when Vicky started scratching her skilled fingernails in the tall sports reporter’s creamy hollows. Vicky was standing behind the blonde and wrapped her long fingers around so that her nails could torture the outstretched underarms. Lisa cackled and squealed with forced enthusiasm as she twisted and shook. At one point, Vicky even knelt down and flicked her tongue in one of Lisa’s armpits. The slippery, warm tongue slithered around in her underarm. Lisa has tears streaming down her face as she instinctively shakes her head from side to side.
Vicky saw Jeff pulling out his cock and went to hold Lisa’s head still. Lisa’s eyes got wide when she felt Vicky’s hands holding her in place and Jeff holding his engorged penis. Lisa tried to shout as he guided it into the opening of the O-ring gag but nothing could stop him. Lisa felt the swollen rod slide through the ring and into her mouth. She almost gagged as Jeff thrust it al the way home. Vicky resumed tickling the poor blonde’s defenseless underarms as her husband fucked her mouth. Lisa laughed around his cock as he blew his load.
James held Jen’s hair and held her head still as he moved his penis to the opening of the gag. Jen shook her head no as the cock slipped through the O-ring and into her waiting mouth. Jen kicked her feet a little behind her as James pushed himself all the way into her until her face was flushed with his stomach. James reached down and started tormenting her smooth hollows again as he pumped his cock into her mouth. The vibrations from her laughing and her wiggling tongue quickly sent James over the edge and he burst in her mouth.
In an open area on the ground, Tyson, Rich, and Tom were lying down on their backs. Samantha, Courtney, and Megan were straddling their torsos and facing away so that their butts were up near the men’s faces. Much to the Channel 9 women’s dismay, the guys were having a competition to see if the women could give them blowjobs while they were being tickled.
Samantha was straddling Tyson; her tan, round booty was hovering right in front of his face as she gave him the best head she could. Samantha wanted to finish him and be left alone as quickly as possible. But Tyson wasn’t making it easy. He was squeezing and poking her sides randomly, making her instantly tense up and laugh. The ticklish distractions made her lose her concentration and kept Tyson from orgasming too quickly.
Tyson could feel Samantha’s toned tummy flex and tighten when he suddenly surprised her with a side squeeze. Samantha shrieked girlish laughter and jabbed her elbows down to make him quit it. When he finally let up, Samantha took the dick back into her mouth and tried to make up for lost time by sucking on it passionately. Tyson was in heaven. He could practically control how long the blowjob was prolonged by tickling Samantha every so often. No need to rush things when you had a beautiful lady sucking your cock.
Courtney was bent over Rich the same way. Her adorable butt was on display for him as he tickled her hips and sides. It shook as she giggled and choked on his dick. Courtney has the same idea as Samantha. She would try to make Rich cum as soon as she could so that she didn’t have to endure quite so much tickling. The soft-eyed news anchor fondled Rich’s balls as she slurped up and down on his penis.
Rich loved waiting until Courtney was in a good rhythm and then made her jolt with a quick rib tickling. Courtney shrieked and fell into laughter as the cock fell out of her mouth. Rich told her the only way to make the tickling stop was to start sucking him again. Courtney tried to compose herself as much as possible and eagerly pulled the stiff penis back into her mouth.
Tom laid back and enjoyed the view of one of his favorite anchor’s ass right in front of his face. Megan shifted and wiggled her round backside as she laughed wildly from his tickling assault on her sides. Megan pulled her head back off of his dick and grabbed his hands as she laughed like crazy. Tom thought it was cute that she couldn’t even stand a little side tickling while she tried to give him a blowjob. He granted her a break and allowed her to resume sucking on him.
“I should have called you in to my office to do this more often,” Tom said as he fondled her butt cheeks. Megan gave out a hurried whine, which conveyed clear disapproval of his suggestion. Tom couldn’t see her face, but he could imagine her expression of disgust at the thought of working like that under him. Tom held his hands a fraction of an inch from Megan’s sides. She could sense their presence there and it made her whine and shift with uneasy tension at the eminent tickling that was soon to come. Tom grabbed her sides and began squeezing them vigorously. Megan let out unbridled laughter and tried to push his hands away as she squirmed around on top of him.
As the women worked their way through dozens of tickle attacks during the course of the blowjobs, they eventually felt their men nearing completion. Tyson, ever the jokester, waited until he was gushing mid-orgasm before he gave Samantha another vicious side tickle. Samantha was surprised by the timing and nearly gagged on his load as it fired into her mouth. It took everything Samantha had in her to keep her lips sealed around Tyson’s cock as he tickled her. Rich gave Courtney a rib tickling and slid his hands down to her sides right before he came. Courtney has pulled away from his penis once again to laugh. But she had to quickly engulf the head of his penis and fight back the urge to scream laughter as he tickled her sides and filled her mouth at the same time. Megan felt Tom start to erupt and made sure to do a good job of working his shaft until every drop was out. But as soon as Tom has tapered off, he suddenly started tickling her sides. Megan coughed and laughed almost instantly. She lost a fair amount of the load she hadn’t swallowed yet. It dripped from her chin as she laughed awkwardly with a mouthful of her boss’ cum.
On one of the couches were Rhonda, Stacy, and Abby side by side. They had been tied so that they were almost lying on their backs with their butts near the edge of the seat cushions. Their legs had been pulled back behind their heads so that their ankles were tied behind their necks. Then their arms were wrapped around the backs of their knees and tied behind their backs. This helped keep their legs up behind their heads. The three Channel 9 hotties were contorted and tied like pretzels by Ahmed, the most sadistic buyer. Ahmed was taking his time. He wanted to stimulate the women in strange ways other than just tickling. Their feet, pussies, and asses were on full display to him and he worked them over expertly.
Ahmed was on one end of the couch working Rhonda over again. He had been tickling her feet for a while before but was now knelt down in front of her eating her out. Rhonda had complained at first but Ahmed turned out to be exceptionally skilled at pleasing women that way so she just shut up and remained neutral. At least in a verbal sense; Rhonda’s wet southern region was betraying her as Ahmed ate her out in front of her coworkers.
The only thing that was keeping Rhonda from being able to climax was the constant pestering of Ahmed flicking a small, stiff feather around near her exposed butthole as he licked her pussy. She giggled and griped about it but she didn’t want to let on that she could cum hard right then and there if he stopped. Despite having a busy household with three kids, the queen news anchor was used to being pleased every night by her husband. He only tinkered around with some online trading so Rhonda was definitely the main bread winner in their household. He mostly took care of the household and made sure his prized reporter was well pleased every night. And it had been several days now for her without release.
Ahmed asked her if she wanted him to fuck her or if she preferred to keep being frustrated by his licking and a feather around her anus. Rhonda defiantly replied, “Excuse you! My husband would be VERY upset if he knew you were fucking me! How dare you suggest I willingly let you violate the sanctity of my marriage! Now let me out of this strange bondage you’ve put us in!” Ahmed ignored her and kept driving her crazy by licking her passionately.
After a time, Rhonda was so turned on but couldn’t handle the fact that his annoying feather tickling was preventing her much needed orgasm. When he offered again, Rhonda feigned like she didn’t care. She said, “Fine, if you must. But my husband will be very upset!” Ahmed knew the pretty brunette was bullshitting. He acted as if he was just going to go back to tickling her feet so Rhonda blurted out, “Wait! You can do it!”
Ahmed: “Do what? Say it.”
Rhonda: “Ugh...you can fuck me.”
Ahmed: “Not good enough. One last chance. Tell me you want me to or I can just tickle your feet some more.”
Rhonda knew she wanted release bad and wanted to not be tickled again even more so. She swallowed her dignity once again and shouted, “You can fuck me! I want it! Please!” Ahmed obliged her and stood to fuck her. He leaned into her contorted body and buried his erect cock deep inside her. Rhonda’s eyes almost rolled back it felt so good to finally have some relieving stimulation. She was surprised at how great it felt, despite her miserable situation. Rhonda took advance of the situation while she could and let herself enjoy the friction between her legs if nothing else. She cried out, “Oh fuck yeah, smash my pussy!” But things took a turn for the worse when Ahmed starting tickling her feet as he gave it to her. Rhonda still came hard but it’s just that she was laughing wildly and complaining the whole time.
Ahmed moved to the other end of the couch where Abby was. He clipped a device on her that held a small vibrator against her clit and then turned it on. The whirring little device sounded like a power tool. Soon, Abby was torn between being completely pissed off that she was tied like a pretzel and feeling pure sensual ecstasy from the vibrator. She bit her lip but still half-heartedly complained. Ahmed was turned on by her large, round ass. The redhead’s big, pale cheeks intrigued him. Ahmed pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole and slid it home slowly. Abby gasped as her anus was filled with cock.
Ahmed loved the tight squeeze of Abby’s rectum as she instinctively tried to tense her body. The ditzy reporter didn’t know what to think. The vibrator was making her swoon with powerful sensations but Ahmed was stuffing her pleasantly plump booty with his manhood. That’s why she was relieved when he eventually pulled out. The tight pressure in her rear was gone. But her blessing turned out to be misfortune in disguise. Ahmed picked up an electric toothbrush and turned on the whirling bristles. He held it up and pressed it against Abby’s tight little butthole. The redhead began shaking her head and then the giggles started.
“How is my asshole ticklish?!” she thought to herself as her giggles turned to laughter. Ahmed circled the head of the toothbrush around the wrinkled pink hole and listened to her desperate howls of laughter. Abby was folded up and bound in a position that left her ass completely at Ahmed’s mercy...and he was showing none as he continued to buzz her exposed asshole. Abby tried to cry out and plead that she was about to cum. She screamed, “Get that thing away from me! I’m about to cum! Hahahahaha! Not like this! Don’t make me cum like this! Hahahaha! Just let me have this one orgasm! Hahahaha! Stop tickling my butthole and let me finish! Please! Not like this!” But Abby’s pleading was unanswered. Ahmed kept the electric toothbrush right where it was at and she started shaking as the orgasm came forth anyway. The vibrator sent her into overpowering convulsions and she squirted a spray of pleasure despite laughing.
Now it was Stacy’s turn. She had witnessed what had happened with the other two from her middle position on the couch. Ahmed approached her and she spat out, “You think you’re a real lady’s man, huh? Well you won’t make me cum like you did them! I have a fiancé that I love! I’ll never cum for you, creep!” Ahmed didn’t react; he just showed her a large, black vibrator that was sort of shaped like a pointy egg attached to a handle and circular base so it could be pulled out. He turned it on and it began vibrating furiously. Ahmed lowered it and pushed it inside the weather girl’s ass, making her breathe deep with discomfort.
Ahmed thought Stacy was the most gorgeous of the group. Her stunning looks aroused him the most of all the women. He mounted her and began fucking her, making her moan despite her declaration moments before. Ahmed reached up and began tickling the weather girl’s silky soles. Stacy erupted into fits of laughter and girlish giggles. Her mind was overwhelmed with sensations coming from everywhere. Ahmed could tell she was getting close to her orgasm despite her chaotic laughter. When he felt her pussy gushing on him and her sounds go silent, despite him tickling her feet still, Ahmed knew he had brought her to climax. He asked her if she was cumming, but Stacy was far too proud and focused to say anything in that moment. She only reluctantly nodded her head yes as she focused on cumming as hard as she could.
TO BE CONTINUED...
