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“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 7 (*/f)

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“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 7


*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 morning of the tickle slave auction had come. The buyers had enjoyed their time at Rich’s mansion getting to know the “stock”, but now it was time to pay up and take their newly purchased women back home with them. Tom and Rich had arranged the couches and chairs so the buyers could all sit and face the same direction for when each woman was paraded in front of them. The buyers took their seats and soon the tickle auction began.

The ladies of Channel 9 were lined up off to the side of a small platform that had been moved in front of the seating. They had been told to change back into their station outfits they had been wearing when they were captured. Tom went up front and center and began the auctioning process. Rich was off to the side and firmly escorted Samantha up on stage. With a light shove, she staggered forward in her high heels. Samantha still looked stunning in her black dress, despite having gone through hell recently.

Samantha was quite popular among the buyers. Her tall, toned body and tanned skin were appealing. And they had seen how ticklish her big, size 10 soles were, especially if a hairbrush was used. Samantha did a good job of keeping a stern, unbothered expression even though she felt totally humiliated inside. In the end, she was sold to Jeff and his wife, Vicky. The sports team owner couldn’t wait to get her home and get at those big feet again.

The other women watched in horror as Samantha was officially sold like livestock and then pulled off the stage to be readied for transport. Next up was Lisa, the blonde sports reporter who towered over most of the other anchors. Lisa timidly walked onto the stage in her maroon dress. As the bidding began, Tyson and Jeff quickly became the highest bidders. Jeff was such a sucker for big female feet and Lisa had some very long size 11 soles. But Tyson was set on her and ultimately won that round.

Lisa looked sick to her stomach as Tyson cheerfully came up on stage with a smile from ear to ear. He put his arm around her and said, “Whoo doggy! You’re going to come to Texas with me and be my tall, ticklish cowgirl! And hopefully we can find some cowgirl boots that’ll fit ya.” Lisa blushed and was taken off stage.

The remaining girls were getting choked up as they saw another coworker sold off into tickle slavery. Who would be next? They got their answer when Rich grabbed Abby and guided her up to the stage. As Tom talked her up, he made her turn around and show off her impressive behind. He pulled down her pants and smacked her cheeks to make them jiggle. Abby felt like crying as she stuck out her rear end to be studied by the crowd. Ahmed put in a generous offer that went unmatched. Soon, Abby was officially his.

The next woman to follow was Rhonda, the most popular face of Channel 9 News. The bidding for her was competitive. It seemed like everyone wanted the bratty, lead news anchor for their own personal amusement at home. Rhonda stood there in her light blue dress and heels waiting to hear her fate. Tyson, Ahmed, and James each continued upping the bid for her. Rhonda finally went to James for a significant amount. She felt herself sag a little with grief. She knew her family would never see her again; her life now would be to serve James and his insatiable desire to tickle her.

Courtney was nudged onto the stage next, back in her black and orange dress and heels. She looked over at Jen, Stacy, and Megan and started to tear up. This was it, her life would officially be changed forever. The bidding started and Tyson came up with a high offer. As seconds went by, it looked like Courtney would be traveling down to Texas with Lisa. But Jeff was infatuated with the brunette’s lovely, size 9 soles and topped the bidding at the last moment. Courtney was sold to Jeff and Vicky. She was taken off stage to be readied along with Samantha.

Next up was Jen, the petite bombshell field anchor. Stacy watched in agony as her best friend was pulled up onto the stage. She couldn’t bare to watch Jen be sold off, never to see her again. Just knowing that somewhere in the world, her best friend would be laughing her head off as a tickle slave. The bidding opened up and Tyson and James both tried to go for her. They went back and forth but eventually the cowboy won. Jen would be headed to Texas with Lisa to be a toy at Tyson’s ranch. Stacy cried as she watched Jen shuffled off the stage.

Megan and Stacy were the last remaining women. Rich grabbed Megan and guided her up to the stage. As she walked up in her pink dress and pink heels, Tom knew the auction had already exceeded what he had hoped to make. Megan was Tom’s favorite around the station and he made a split second decision before opening the bidding. He said, “I’m sorry, gentlemen. But this one is off the table. She’ll stay here with me. But we have one more left and Stacy is truly a perfect ten. Rich, let’s get her up here.”

Megan was a little stunned as she was taken off stage. Maybe Tom would let her go? She could only hope. Stacy was brought up in her place and the bidding erupted. Tom was smiling as he kept acknowledging the bids, each higher than the last as the dollar amount climbed. Stacy stood there in her pink, sleeveless dress and heels waiting for the bidding to stop.

Eventually, the buyers started reaching the limits of their available funds for the auction. Ahmed had outbid them all for the Channel 9 weather girl. Stacy’s heart skipped a beat when it was announced she would go with Ahmed and Abby. What terrible luck! She had been purchased by the most ruthless of the buyers. What sort of sadistic tickle scenarios would be waiting for her after she was taken away from here?


ONE WEEK LATER...


Jeff and Vicky Anderson:

Jeff was sitting on his couch watching the early morning news. He had to use the closed captioning because Samantha and Courtney were laughing so much. They were both lying on the carpet on their stomachs with their legs bent so their feet were resting on the couch behind them. Their wrists and ankles were tied with rope and they had on outfits that the couple had purchased for them. The former news anchors had on outfits that were similar to what they used to wear while reporting the news on television. Samantha wore a sleeveless, dark blue dress and Courtney had on a peach colored blouse and a tight, black skirt. Both of the women had started with high heels on but those were now strewn about the couch after Jeff pulled them off the women.

Samantha’s feet were propped up on the couch to Jeff’s left and Courtney’s were to his right. He had a hand on each pair of soles and was wiggling and running his fingers across the trembling soles. Soon, Vicky came into the living room dressed in a cute robe and holding a cup of fresh coffee. She set it on the end table for Jeff and said, “Good morning, dear. You’re up early. Looks like a good time in here. Would you like me to get you off before you get ready for work?” Jeff beamed a smile and told her she was the best wife ever.

Vicky pulled her hair back into a ponytail and and then knelt down in front of her husband between the two captive women. She undid Jeff’s pants and started blowing him as he kept tickling Samantha and Courtney. The two women were laughing wildly as Jeff touched their sensitive feet. Courtney called over to her friend, “Hahahaha!! Samantha, I can’t handle this anymore! Hahahaha!! I want to go home! My family needs me!” Samantha was still laughing hard but managed to hear Courtney and replied, “I’m so sohahahahary Courtney! Hahahahaha!! We’re tickle slaves now!”

Courtney: “I just really don’t think I can do this! Hahahahaha!!”

Samantha: “Hahahahaha!! What choice hahahahaha do we have?!”


James Cutler:

James sipped his tropical drink and looked out over the waves gently rolling onto the white sand beach. He was lying in the shade of a large palm tree and enjoying the solitude at this private resort. James grabbed the baby oil and applied another coat of it onto Rhonda’s trapped soles. He had flown her out to the resort with him for an extended vacation. If anyone at the private little airport would have been paying attention, they may have found Rhonda trapped inside of his large suitcase, bound with a large ballgag shoved in her mouth. Rhonda had plenty of time to think about how her life had taken a terrible turn for the worse during the 14 hour flight. She tried to get someone’s attention but nobody could hear her muffled screaming back in the baggage storage compartment of the plane, especially over the roar of the engines.

Now Rhonda was out on this private beach buried in the sand with only her head and feet visible. She hadn’t seen another soul on the beach, which meant nobody heard her screaming and laughing her head off as James played with her slicked up feet. This was the third consecutive day James had done this to her and it was driving her insane. Rhonda was already hoarse from yelling for hours on end. Today, James brought out an electric toothbrush and started buzzing it around the tips of her toes and along her arches. Rhonda fell into silent laughter and wet her bikini as she flailed her feet around. Of course her embarrassment was a slightly lessened because James couldn’t see her bikini bottom buried underneath that mound of sand but she still felt awful.

“I can’t take it! Hahahahaha!! I want to go home! I want to go back to my family! Hahahahaha! No! Not more oil!” Rhonda screamed. James ignored her as he poured another fresh coat on her feet. As he clicked the electric toothbrush back on, he told her, “As far as you’re concerned, you don’t have a family anymore. You exist only to be tickled mercilessly now.” Rhonda burst into tears and then roared back into laughter as James started buzzing between her toes.


Tyson Harris:

“Well aren’t you two just the sexiest looking cowgirls in Texas!” Tyson exclaimed as he looked at Lisa and Jen hogtied on his bed. Each girl was clad in a plaid button up that was tied in a knot in front, skimpy denim shorts, cowgirl boots, and a straw cowgirl hat. Tyson climbed up on the bed behind them and tugged off Lisa’s cowgirl boots. She begged and pleaded with him but she was denied. Lisa felt lotion coating her soles and she grumbled complaints knowing what was coming next. Tyson grabbed a hairbrush and yelled, “Let’s make this little bronco buck!” He started scrubbing it furiously over Lisa’s huge size 11 soles, making the tall lean blonde scream and writhe around as much as she could.

Tyson slid the bristles around wherever he could. He was just trying to keep contact with Lisa’s feet as she bucked and thrashed from side to side. He could tell it was killing her and he absolutely loved it. Jen looked over in horror as she saw how intensely Lisa was being tickled. Her turn would be next. Lisa shouted and laughed like a banshee as her big soles were scrubbed constantly by the hairbrush.

Lisa: “Oh god please stop that! Hahahahaha!! It’s unbearable! Hahahahaha!!”

Tyson: “No ma’am! This doesn’t stop. It’ll never stop. I bought these big feet of yours and I’ll do what I please with them.”

Soon Jen felt Tyson rubbing lotion into her feet and she cringed in horrid anticipation. She begged, “No! Not me next! Not yet!” The bristles made contact with her feet and launched her into a fit of unbridled laughter. Just like Lisa, Jen bucked and turned violently as she desperately tried to escape the hairbrush. Her poor size 7 soles were scrubbed relentlessly as well and it made her want to die. Jen begged every way she knew how but nothing deterred her captor. Or should she say “owner” now? The thought disturbed her to her core. Jen had tears running down her face onto the bed as she unwillingly belly laughed.


Ahmed:

Stacy and Abby were now part of Ahmed’s harem. He loved viewing their beautiful bodies so he ordered that they only wear see-through harem pants. Stacy had on pink pants made of the lightweight see-through material. But other than that, she was topless and barefoot. Her large tits were always on display for Ahmed’s pleasure. Abby was in light blue harem pants and likewise, she was topless and barefoot.

Today, Ahmed called for them in his private chambers...which he did most days and usually multiple times a day. There was really only one reason they were being summoned there and they both knew it meant tickling and sex. The two gorgeous girls went before him and waited silently like they had been taught.

Ahmed walked around them slowly. He circled like a shark. He paused and gave Abby’s huge ass a firm swat, making it jiggle through her harem pants. Abby gasped and then stood there quietly like a good girl. Ahmed walked in front of Stacy and started fondling her big breasts. He squeezed them and rolled his thumbs over her smooth, pink nipples. Stacy gave a snarling expression as she turned her head to the side but otherwise stayed still as he felt her up.

Ahmed stepped back and laid down on his bed. He pulled his robes to the side and held his penis at the base. Ahmed asked, “Tell me girls, is this the biggest cock you’ve ever seen?” Abby and Stacy both answered in unison, “Yes, master.”

He asked them, “Who’s cock do you serve now?” They both unenthusiastically replied, “Yours, master.”

Ahmed: “Stacy, do you miss your fiancé now that you have my cock to serve?”

Stacy had to bite her tongue initially but then obediently replied, “Not at all, master. Your cock is all I need.”

Ahmed made Stacy come forward. She wanted to die because she knew he favored her. He loved getting his cock sucked by her since she was by far the most skilled women he’d ever had a blowjob from. Ahmed put Stacy in her usual restraints, which effectively kept her in a hogtie position on his bed.

Ahmed: “I have a surprise for you this day. I will give you a chance to not be tickled or made to suck me. Behold...your fiancé.”

Stacy immediately turned and saw Matt being brought in. He was shackled and in rough shape but he was actually there. Ahmed had gotten the idea to purchase him as well and have him flown out to his palace just as a tool to torment Stacy with later on. Stacy’s heart soared; she couldn’t believe she was reunited with him. Stacy forgot her training thus far and called out to Matt. “Oh my God, Matt!! I can’t believe you’re here! Baby, help me! We have to get out of here!”

Ahmed quickly corrected Stacy and kept her quiet. He grabbed and squeezed her cheeks and turned her head back toward him. “You need to be silent until you understand why your fiancé is here.” Ahmed gripped the base of his balls and started stuffing them into Stacy’s mouth. Stacy gave a startled grunt and whine as one ball was forced past her lips and then the other. Her eyes were wide as her mouth was filled with her master’s balls. His engorged dick lay across her face as he started to explain what was to happen.

Ahmed: “Stacy, you will watch as your fiancé endures ten minutes of temptation by your coworker, Abby. If your fiancé truly loves you and can resist her, then you will be allowed to spend the day with him in peace. If he fails and gives in to his desires, then you will be made to suck my cock while you are tickled before you are taken away to be locked in the tickle box for the next day. Do you understand?”

Stacy’s mouth was still stuffed full with Ahmed’s large balls so she only managed to nod her head yes. Ahmed pulled out of her mouth and moved her over so that Abby and Matt could fit on the large bed next to them. Matt was told to lay down and Abby was instructed to ride him reverse cowgirl for ten minutes. Abby slipped off her light blue harem pants and came over to the bed.

Abby wanted to outright refuse but she knew that would be a costly error in this strange land. Matt looked over at Stacy tied on the bed next to him. She looked furious but was also keeping her mouth shut about it. Matt had listened to Stacy complain about Abby enough times to know that this must be absolutely eating at her inside. She hated her coworker and thought she was the most annoying airhead. Knowing that she was about to fuck her fiancé was making Stacy shake with rage.

Abby was made to climb up and get in position over Matt. He looked at her enormous booty and knew this was going to be incredibly difficult not to blow it. Abby had a pear-shaped figure and her butt was very rounded and full from her yoga workouts. Ahmed came along and drizzled a large amount of baby oil over Abby’s butt cheeks. Then he gave the order to begin.

Matt felt Abby reach down and guide his member into her. He felt a surge of desire as he entered her, trying not to show it for Stacy’s sake. Matt knew she would be watching his reactions closely. Abby quickly got over her reservations about fucking her coworkers fiancé and did what she had to do to please her new master. The redhead slid her plump bottom back and forth passionately as she rode Matt. He reached up and smeared the baby oil evenly over her wide ass. Abby’s impressive rear end was now glistening bright as it pumped back and forth.

“Oh shit, this is tough,” Matt thought as he tried not to think about Stacy’s coworker’s perfectly plump butt right in front of him. He couldn’t help but look occasionally. God, it was massive and just perfect, the oil making its roundness shine bright. Stacy pouted as she watched helplessly. Matt looked directly at Abby’s backside. Her two, full cheeks were pale and globular and he could see her tiny pink asshole in the midst of her crack.

Matt was gripping the bedsheets hard as he tried to fight the rush of blood swelling in his dick. He knew it was a bad idea but he reached up and gripped the sides of Abby’s cheeks. Christ almighty they were heaven to hold. Abby picked up the pace when she felt Matt gripping her rear. He knew holding her cheeks was a mistake and he released his grip, hoping that his erection would die down a little. But it didn’t and soon he felt himself placing his hands back on Abby’s ass. He rubbed them over her pale, oily cheeks and squeezed them enthusiastically. Abby leaned back toward him and let him pull her butt cheeks apart and then released them to make them jiggle.

Stacy couldn’t take it and shouted, “Matt!” He couldn’t stop himself. He took his hands off Abby’s ass but he continued to thrust up into her as she bounced up and down on his rod. Stacy cried out to him, “Matt, you have to last ten minutes or I’m the one who’s going to suffer!” Matt was so torn. He had heard countless rants from Stacy about how annoying Abby was but he didn’t see why Stacy had such an issue with her. She seemed alright in his book as he watched her round backside ride up and down on him.

Matt was about 3 minutes away from hitting the mark and that was 3 minutes too long. He tried to hold Abby’s bottom down to slow her but he was pushed past the point of no return. Abby’s shiny butt was too much for him to handle. Matt exploded inside of Abby. Stacy felt the hope drain from her body.

Stacy didn’t have much of a break before Ahmed slid into bed in front of her face. He pushed his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face. Stacy made a throaty complaint that changed in pitch as Ahmed’s cock slid back and forth into her mouth. He called over Abby to tickle Stacy’s upturned soles as he enjoyed his blowjob. Abby did as she was told and started running her fingers across her coworkers soles.

Stacy began laughing like crazy as Abby wiggled her fingernails across her feet. She was choking and gagging as Ahmed’s penis penetrated her mouth as she tried to let out her laughter. It couldn’t get out fast enough. Not with Ahmed’s swollen member down her throat. Stacy tried to shout at Abby to stop tickling her feet but all that came out was gargled nonsense as she kicked her feet desperately. Stacy was too focused on trying to get Abby away from her feet that she was completely caught off guard when Ahmed burst his load in her mouth. Stacy whined as she felt him hold her head down and release quite a bit.


Tom Phillips:

Tom strolled into his office and locked the door behind him. He set down his newspaper and coffee and went to his desk. The police had been by a few times to question everyone at the station about the disappearances of the eight female employees that had seemingly vanished. It seemed that things had finally started to blow over around Channel 9 though. Sure, all of the remaining employees were in shock still that several of their coworkers had gone missing. And the police would certainly have their hands full trying to figure out the massive puzzle. But Tom had cooperated with their investigation and had shown no reason for them to continue looking into him.

And as for the station, the show must go on, as they say. Tom had posted positions to be filled and several up and coming news anchors had applied to be interviewed for the jobs. Tom day as his desk and opened his email as he usually did. Only today, there was something different. Today, he undid his belt and slid his pants down. Then he pulled out a remote from his top drawer and pressed the “On” button.

Megan jolted and squealed a little as vibrating buzzers secured on her soles, armpits, and tummy came to life. Megan was tied up in very strict bondage under Tom’s large desk. She was bound on her knees with her arms pulled back tightly behind her back and her soles upturned. Megan had been blindfolded and gagged with an O-ring gag. She didn’t wear a stitch of clothing under the desk, save some strips of leather which kept her bound in place. Megan began giggling awkwardly through her gag and knew what she was supposed to do when Tom turned on the buzzers. Megan leaned forward and felt for his cock with her mouth. She found it quickly and started blowing him enthusiastically. The sooner he came, the sooner he would leave her alone again.

Tom pressed another button and ramped up the buzzers. They vibrated and jiggled even faster now, making Megan start laughing as she tried to focus on her task at hand. Tom leaned back and exhaled a sigh of relaxation. Feeling Megan’s laughing mouth around his cock was heaven. He logged on to his computer and opened his email. He had a slew of inquiries from young, talented ladies wanting to apply for all the empty positions at Channel 9. Now it was time to recruit a new batch of beautiful ladies. And this time...Tom would know what to do if they got out of line.


TO BE CONTINUED...
 
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Love this part! Can't wait for Stacy's day in the ticklebox!

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I love how you combine tickling with sex, you are truly one of the best fetish writers currently around 😀
 
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