The Tickling DisgRACE ( Complete )

[Invisible Ink]

The Tickling disgRACE
A four part series involving intense car racing, insane speed boats, battling stunt planes, naked biker chicks, and terrible tickling machines to add to our fun...

WARNING!! The following stories contain graphic sexual content, intense bondage, ball-gagging, sexual themes, full, forced nudity, violence, giant hamsters, and enough Red Sole Diary character cameos to make your head spin...


PART ONE: {Racing through the desert in a car with no name}


SoleWood Luxury Suites- [The day before the race]


Carie had been showering for the last forty five minutes in her hotel bathroom. The enormous, over the top suite offered an amazing marble and glass shower that was glittered with gold and just oozing with enjoyment. This was the last time she'd be feeling calm for the next three days. Soon, Carie would find herself behind the wheel of a lighting fast modified BMW and then thrown into a crazy fast and life threatening race across two huge cities. Five other beautiful and talented women would serve as her opponents, and each were just as deadly as the one before her.

She pressed her palms against the glass window overlooking the bay as the hot water showered her naked flesh. Goose pimples rippled across her soft tanned skin. Her nipples hardened and her clit began to swell. In big events like these, the racers found themselves treated to a glorious day of Spa treatments and top dollar pampering all complimentary of whatever corporation that sponsored the ladies. In Carie's case, the Sweetheart Pastries Co. had rolled out a red and gold carpet for her pretty little feet to walk upon. The suite itself was amazingly beautiful and relaxing to no end, but the Spa treatments that awaited her at the end of each of the four nights took the cake (and the icing! )

A pedicure was given to her by the hands of four loving and all so tender Sole Specialists, a full body massage and mud bath was included followed by a one hour facial and a perfect manicure. Her hair was thrown in for the hell of it.

She felt like a million dollars as she walked from her steamy shower soaking wet. She nearly floated weightlessly through the room as if floating on a pair of cloud slippers as she fell face first into her oh-so-comfy marshmallow soft mattress. She was dripping wet and soon felt the presence of a damp sheets beneath her soft body, but it hardly mattered.

"There should be a law against these beds..." She thought to herself as she curled into a little ball near the center and slowly drifted into dreamland.

Tomorrow the race would begin and relaxation of any kind would find itself getting a swift kick out of their lives. The race was enough to scare any hardened competitor into a pile of shaky nerves and filled to the teeth with uneasy conclusions. It was a race unique to any before it and quite possibly the entire world as a whole.

A few reasons would draw someone to this sort of conclusion.

One reason was the fact that the race consisted of four different parts and four different vehicles! They started off behind the wheels of some of the fastest BMW you'd ever see on four wheels. They'd be crossing the highways of the Solewood desert on a heat filled, nerve destroying tension race to the first of four finish lines. The journey would last roughly two hours before they began the second part.

Along the shores of Solewood Valley, the women would find themselves turning in their wheels for water! The boats served as part two of this competition. The women would leave what was left of their vehicle at the second stop and jump into some incredibly fast and seriously dangerous speedboats and continue this out of control race through the rough waters of the Sandalic Ocean. The other two parts of the race will remain a secret until we get there folks. But there's something about this crazy race that I haven't spoke about yet.

An uncomfortable secret...


There are several pieces of dark red sections of each of the four vehicles the six stunning beauties will enter. The machines beneath these red panels scattered all around the seats are designed for the purpose of their torture and our enjoyment. SinusCorp. Industries was kind enough to delve into their huge catalog of toys and to allow us to use whatever we felt like installing. This meant terrible tickling torture for the drivers, but pure good old' fashion enjoyment for us! The name Paxter Industries was stamped into every microchip in those little fuckers, and his name stood for quality torturing products.

But who would pull their strings?

We've gathered up a group of psychotic and disturbed individuals and placed them at the controls of the devices and little mind boggling machines. This is where the real danger comes into play, and is also what separates the pavement pussies from the all out Highway Queens! The disturbed group of lunatics have one simple job to do as these women attempt to fly in and out of danger, slide past one another looking for the edge, and kissing death on the cheek as they defy all laws of gravity and logical sense all together. They must do the agonizing task of TICKLING these poor racers as they race! That's right!

At any moment during this race, our lovely panel of lunatics have the power invested in them to start up the foot ticklers, rib lickers, hip huggers, and armpit sucking machines until their little dark hearts are content! The race alone is extremely dangerous, but when you throw being tickled as you drive into the mix, you move into the fucking downright insane category when it comes to danger! How could you keep your eyes on the road with a pair of tickling dildos burrowing themselves into your soft little belly!?!

What about when that ankle clamp grabs a hold of your foot and drags it into the foot tickling machine installed to the left of the brake pedal!!?

Could you watch the road and still win the race if you were being tickled into tears?

I know six women that think they can....


-Ladies, start your laughing!!-

[Day one of the race]


"And what a crowd we have here today for the beginning of what will prove to be another incredible competition among some very powerful women!"

The under weight and rather crude looking announcer shouted from his elevated viewing booth. At this moment, it was covered in pink and red flags and had the icons of all six women scattered all over the chalky white wooden panels making up the walls. The announcer was thin and hyper, but had proven himself to be a crowd pleaser with his over the top jokes and excellent delivery skills. Plus, he sold Weed after the event and for that alone he had become extremely popular.

Covered in ugly tattoos from the waist down, this long haired and heavily pierced punk cracked his knuckles and chugged down a few gulps of his Coors light before addressing the high energy crowd once again.

At the bright pink starting line, you'd see six of the same model BMW in a different shade of color and riddled with the stickers and banners of six different corporations. Plus, the name and themed icon of each of the six racers were displayed on the vehicle as well. Since betting was illegal and never tolerated for this event, you'd have to visit an underground club or meet up with some sort of thug that could place a bet for you. Trust me when I tell you that your odds of winning back your money and then some were in your favor on this one due to the incredibly large categories offered! You could practically name your bet!

First women to skid off the road

First racer to slam into oncoming traffic

First racer to die laughing...

First racer to blow a tire..

and even, the first racer to show us their breasts...


This was just the tip of jiggling dildo! I'm talking about literally thousands of different bets were taken in these underground places, but uh.. you never heard that from me.. understand?

The announcer was sipping another Coors light when he heard the crowd's cheering and clapping suddenly burst into an explosion of sound!

((Insert sound of a LOUD ExplOsion here ))

He jumped up and into his swiveling leather chair and grabbed for the mic as the six racers walked out towards their individual cars. It appeared that the time had come to start this race.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let us give thanks and praise to the lovely meat market walking out towards the starting line." He said with a smile.

Carie and the other five all sort of glanced towards the booth and shook their heads as they waved at the crowd and blew little kisses. All but the fifth racer in the line anyway. She was keeping a straight face and ignoring just about everyone else there as she casually made her way towards the black BMW. Her ride was covered in red and green dragons, and the words Dragen's Tattoos were wrapped around each of those menacing looking reptiles.

And like the reptiles that represented her, Ivy was nothing short of a cold blooded killer. She was Asian American, and with her amazing body and beautiful yet evil looking face, she was a visual knockout. Spider web-like nylons covered her healthy and sexy looking legs up to her thighs. Her hair was curly and long, and appeared to be chemically induced to change the color into a blackish red. Her eye makeup matched her Gothic appearance, and certainly gave off a vibe that she was not the one to fuck with.

The crowd favorite was Kimberly, the stunningly tall and elegant looking blonde bombshell. She was blowing kisses into the crowd as she walked towards her Pink Beamer. Her six inch heels kicked up a little explosion of dust with each step as she trotted towards the Pretty On Pink Lingerie sponsored vehicle. Her icon was of a little pink kitty with a young man hanging from the side of its mouth instead of a mouse. She was known on the track as Ms. Pretty Pink Pussy, but her actions spoke more of a ruthless Lioness at dinner time. She had killed several racers in the past, was known to race dirty, and had absolutely no fear behind the wheel of just about any vehicle. Unfortunately, she was ungodly TICKLISH and that alone was more deadly then any other racer on this track could ever be.

Emily was the little brown haired cutie racing her Yellow BMW for the famous candy company, Yellow Teeth Candies. She was throwing bags of the little treats to the crowd as she walked towards her waiting vehicle. If she could pull off a win here, she' be offered a full time contract as the official model for the candy company, and boy did they ever have some racy ads! They once covered a model in vanilla cream with only the soles of her feet visible. She was propped on a giant tongue on her belly with the subtitle: "Candy so good, you'll eat it alive"

Megan was a super hotty with absolutely no racing skills whatsoever. But she had always been lucky her entire life. Everything she touched turned to gold. She was a very good driver, but she had no official training to brag about. She was tattoo artist on the side, and worked in the center of Solewood Estates. She actually did private tattooing in your own home. It was very popular, and she was very talented. Megan was being sponsored by TickleTortureClips.com.
Her silver beamer was riddled with hundreds of actual clips from the website and had a license plate "Silvrchery"

Angelica was a beauty queen turned film stunt woman with a terrible temper and a big craving for winning. Losing an event in any form of competition was like getting her toes stepped on. It hurt her pride and she hated that feeling. She was being sponsored by Bottom's Up Beer and was driving the blue BMW. She sort of looked a little like Julia Roberts and had such a great butt to sit and stare. Plus, she had super ticklish feet!


A few more minutes of this silly parade and the race would finally begin.


Our "troubled" group was told to contain themselves and to keep their eyes and ears on the screens in front of them. Glancing around the room, you'd just about see the intensions of evil just dripping off these characters. Seven of them in total, and five of them were female. Shackles were placed around their ankles, their waists, and locked tightly around each wrist in order to keep them in order. With their hands cuffed in front of them, it was rather easy to access the digital controls that would work the machines of tickling torment hidden within the racing vehicles. Since we weren't dealing with the most intelligent and/or sane folks here, the company sponsoring the race all together set them up with easy to use picture menus. So, if they wanted to get the woman's feet, they'd simply press the pink foot icon on their monitors.

Most of these perverts had been arrested for petty crimes, but each one had something to do with tickling. A few of the women had worked as nurses and had been put in the slammer for torturing a few of their patients. One women had actually mummy wrapped this poor cheerleader from her neck right down to her ankles and tickled the soles of her gel coated and bare feet for nearly four hours before getting caught. On the male side of things, you'd find former principal Mike DuCalus. His strange take on teaching behavior to his students got him into some very hot water when he started sending the students home and bringing in the MILF's for a little session of bondage, ball-gags, and intense foot tickling torture! As you can see, if hell had a PTA, this would be the bunch...




Clouds of dust burst into the air as the starting gun was fired and the Beamers drove off into the desert. There were six of them in total and all of them running at incredible speeds already as they headed off towards part two of this intense race. Following shortly behind the lovely ladies were two helicopters equipped with television cameras and a full crew to use them. This way, both the folks sitting in the stands at part one and the folks waiting in the stands at part two could all watch the action unfold on these huge fucking screens the company had set up before the race began. It was like watching a really good NASCAR race on T.V. or seeing Days of Thunder. Only thing different is that this wasn't a movie, and the action was a reality. The choppers kicked up a good amount of dust on their own as they ventured upwards into the sky and took off after the cars.

Our tickling demons had the best view of all of us. They were watching their lady racer through several mini cameras installed within the vehicle itself. Every ten to fifteen seconds, the view would show a different angle. This way they could literally strike at them with those tickling machines and watch them squirm and kick at nearly every angle possible! (Eat your heart out Magic Touch! )

An order was issued to these freaks NOT to start the tickling until at least an hour had passed from the start up. Being the lunatics they were, do you really think they’d follow the guidelines? Of course not! They almost all started slapping buttons immediately after the racers began! In fact, that perverted Principal was hitting the feet button on Carie before the race even started!

So, the company set up a little safety system and had locked down their terminals before the race began. After the first hour, they'd be allowed to tickle the living shit out of these poor women...

It was only a matter of time now...

Speaking of the race!!

It was already rolling as we speak!! The dust was clouding up the desert and the action was starting to sizzle.

"Oh my god!! Did you see the air Pretty on Pink just took!?!" The announcer shouted with excitement.

He was right to be excited! The camera crew in the chopper on the left hand side had picked up an amazing moment early on in this race. It appeared that the hottie driving the Silver Beamer with the banners " TickleTortureClips,com Videos" had side slammed the Pink Beamer off the main road and into a pile of dirt off to the side. Without much time to think or steer clear of this disaster, she sucked it up and slammed into that dirt head on like a bull through a mirror! The beamer's front end ripped that dirt pile apart and sent the vehicle soaring through the air like a missile!!

The entire windshield was covered in dust and dirt as the front wheels slammed back into the desert road and tried to straighten themselves out as the backside came crashing down.

"AAAAAAaaahhhh!!!!" Ms. Pink Pussy shouted into her headset as she jolted up in her seat and tightened her grip on the leather covered steering wheel.

The Silver Beamer, being driven by the beautiful Megan rolled down the passenger side window and flipped the bird.

"Courtesy of TickleTortureClips.com, bitch!" She shouted into the driver's personal inner communications system.


As you can see, rivals were already being formed at this young stage in the race. It wasn't quite clear if Megan had that intension when she slid into Pretty Pink's Beamer, but it certainly came off that way. Now, the other three cars were pushing ahead in an effort to leave those feuding bitches behind. The yellow car kicked herself into high gear and slammed the sole of her foot down against the gas pedal as she suddenly flew upwards onto this deserted highway like a rat out of hell. Following closely behind was our sweet Carie, who had practically shoved her bumper into yellow's trunk at this point.

To their left was the black and green dragon, but her intensions were purely to not only rid both of these cars out of this race early, but to stop them from ever racing again. Such a cold hearted bitch.. Great for ratings, but so mean!

Using the full power of the BMW's mighty engine, she managed to push ahead both the yellow and the red cars and then cut across the road abruptly!

"Holy cow balls!! That was a close shave!! I can't imagine that Dragen’s Tattoos actually meant to cut those other cars off on purpose!" The announcer said as he flipped off the screen showing that menacing black and green Beamer.

"Shit! Shit! SHIT!!!" Carie screamed.

She immediately pulled her foot off the gas and yanked the wheel to the right as to correct herself and miss the fish tail turn of this lunatic slut that just cut her off. The Yellow car wasn't so lucky unfortunately. The right corner of her bumper caught a little of the black and green car's backside and caused her to lose control and skid off the road like a maniac. She found herself screaming and pumping the brakes in an effort to ease the impact before slamming headfirst into a nearby speed limit sign.

WWWHHAMM!!


She ended up spinning a full 360 degrees before coming to a complete stop and lying there in ruins. The driver was breathing heavily with her heart rate at about 140 beats per second. Sweat trickled down her face as she used her angry fists to pound against the steering wheel.
Seconds after she stopped, both Silver Cherry and the Pink car flew past her with incredible speed as they chased down the three cars way in front. Red was pissed as all hell, but she wasn't out of this race yet.


-Tickling the competition-

"Alright Ladies and gentlemen, I need your attention..." A voice through the strange underground base's PA system explained.

The seven lunatics all sort of spaced out and glanced around the room. A few of them stopped drooling, but most of them kept on fiddling with their keyboards and pressing the screens.

"You will now be allowed to play with our friends featured in the screens in front of you." The voice explained.

This seemed to get their attention mighty well. In other words, the drooling stopped and they were all ears.

"Everybody understand how to play this game?" The voice asked.

One of the women on the far left side of things slowly raised her hand. She was a dark little gothic looking type. Her hair had been braided into several hundred little whips and her dark black and light blue makeup told of tragedy and really bad social skills. She wore a T-shirt that said "The Bad little Princess..." Strangely enough, on the backside of the shirt was a little piece of information near the small of her back. It read: "x Little Red Running Hood, an Ink & Izzy Production"

Strange...

"I have just one question.." She said with a smile.

The voice answered back..

"And that is?"

She turned her screen towards where she though the voice was coming from as if to explain herself with a visual presentation.

"I see the foot, the ribs, the belly, the armpits, and the legs displayed on my screen." She explained.

"And?" The voice questioned

"Well, what bothers me is that I don't see what I'm looking for in any of the options..." She said as she ran her black fingertips up and down the computer screen.

"What exactly are you looking for,...Ms ((pausing for a short moment )) Ms. Tragic?"

"How about her entire ass, her clit, her anus, and her nipples? They seem to be missing from my screen." She explained.

A few of the other lunatics sort of joined in and expressed that they too were missing these icons.

The voice didn't say anything right away, but eventually explained that in order to get such rewards, they'd have to earn them...

"Earn them?" Another woman asked.

"For every successful tickle attack you complete with your driver, I will award you with another icon of her body to play with.." The voice explained.

The panel came to life with shouts of protest and the slamming of foreheads against the table.

"Or I can just remove the screens completely and have you just enjoy the race as a spectator.."

As the voice explained this, the computer screens and the controls suddenly started lowering themselves back into the table.

This seemed to get the point across fairly well.

"A success tickle attack means that you caused your driver to either lose control of her vehicle, crash and burn, or help to cause an accident. Merely getting them to Laugh, giggle or beg and plead simply does NOT count as a successful attack. Are we all clear on these terms?"

They all nodded their heads and sort of glanced around the room a little.

"Then shall we begin?" The voice asked.

It was agreed that the process was ready to get started. Soon, those poor drivers were going to find that keeping up with their opponents and pushing for the lead was the LEAST of their worries....



We were at least two hours into the race now and things went from mildly dangerous to fucking insane in the last ten miles of road! The yellow beamer has taken the lead and is pushing a strong and steady distance ahead of the other five. The pink and the Silver are still battling it out and things are getting worse! TickleTortureClips.com's beamer started side slamming the pink car into the oncoming traffic lane as big rigs were rumbling past them at incredible speeds. The intensity is almost thick enough to cut with a chainsaw between those two now! Carie in the red car is having a hell of time keeping her car steady on the road!

"Look at that car wiggle back and forth across the road folks! Amazing! If you ask me, I'd check her breath about now!" He said as the camera crew on one of the choppers zoomed in on Carie's crazy antics. Little did they know, she wasn't trying to be this unprofessional. She had no choice in the matter.

Several Minutes earlier, a panel slid open and released two vice grip like robotic claws into her car. They were rising from a panel closest to her brake pedal. She didn't notice them because she was busy trying to keep her distance from the maniac bitch behind the wheel of the blue car that kept pumping her brakes in an effort to have Carie slam into her backside. It was a dirty move, but in this race, nothing was considered a disgrace.

Her attention was away from her feet and on the road when those two hands grabbed her ankle and pulled her boot covered foot into the floor panel.

That got her attention!

She immediately peered down and forgot about the road as she saw her foot had now disappeared into a panel that had closed around her ankle! Her eyes became bloodshot almost immediately as her blood pressure hit the ceiling. She was starting to panic like you wouldn't believe! A blaring horn from an oncoming truck snapped Carie out of it and she pulled her attention back to the road. In this case, she was staring at the front grill on a semi truck that seemed to be heading straight for her!!

Luckily for her and unluckily for the truck driver, Carie was able to pull herself together at the last second and steer to the left and miss the truck completely. The trucker wasn't as skilled as he tried slamming on the brakes and soon found himself slamming face first into a parking El Dorado on the side of the road. With a heavy slam of twisted metal on metal and the sounds of glass shattering, the truck came to a stop and remained silent in a cloud of dust as the El Dorado did a few flips across the main highway and ended up slamming through a nearby cattle property fence.
Carie was thankful to be alive, but at the same time, still worried about where her foot was at the moment! Suddenly, a strange burning smell filled the car's interior as a few more robotic hands joined the party and started the task of slicing the sole of her boot off. Like De-shelling a clam, they were ripping apart this boot to get to the prize... the tender sole of her bare foot..

"Help!! Help me!!" She shouted into the air as she tried pulling her foot free.

The woman watching her monitor laughed playfully as her victim was prepared for her first session of foot tickling torture.

It wouldn't be long now before Carie was a laughing and giggling little worm within the seatbelts and tightened clamps keeping her safety within the roll cage of that vehicle. There was nowhere she could go anyway. No way to fight this at all..

The Boot was soon peeled open and her innocent and squirming little foot was pulled through the boot and towards a box that would eventually open to expose several hundred different shaped fiber brushes and over a million vibrating hair thin wires and lickers. Carie felt her leg get dragged in a little further as she held the wheel and subconsciously slammed harder on the gas pedal as she tried everything in her god given power to get that foot free. It was too late though, for that little box was spreading open and her foot was being dragged into the center of it.

Like a Venus Fly trap, it would suck her little foot in and close down around in so that all the wire ticklers would wrap themselves around her squirming toes and the brushes would slither and lather up the soles of her helpless foot.

But would this be a successful Tickle Attack? Only time would tell.


Carie felt something close around her entire foot and all hell broke loose...

There wasn't an inch of flesh on that freshly pedicured foot that didn't get the attention it deserved.

At first, her face tightened and she howled desperately at the ceiling of the car as she tried keeping her eyes on the road. The blue was inching her way towards Carie and was now getting ready to make a pass when all of the sudden, the driver of the blue car felt something cold and strange slither around her stomach. It had come from a panel in the driver's seat itself and then ducked back into another panel on the other side of the same seat. Like a snake, it seemed to wrap around her belly and then tighten up.

"What the hell am I feeling?" She shouted into her microphone.

The CEO and owner of the company tried to calmly explain that she was probably just being paranoid and that there was nothing to worry about other then winning the race right now.

"Screw you!! I'm seriously feeling something strange here!!" She shouted into the microphone as her car suddenly started slowly down.

The lunatics had started their fun it seemed. Nearly every one of those pretty drivers had experienced something a little strange and weird in their vehicles as the BMW drove through the desert. They kicked up enough dust to consider this event a level three monsoon for the folks in Arizona. That hardly mattered though as the tickling attacks slowly started kicking in and causing chaos...

"Ahahaha AHAHAA haA AAHA WAIT!! hh ahawa waha whaw NOT MY FOOT!! ha eahea eahea GIVE IT BACK!!!!" Carie shouted as her foot was tickled without mercy and without hesitation. Her tear filled eyes tried remaining on the road, but she found herself surfing up and down the lanes and was acting like a drunk driver!

"AHah Ahaa AHAHAHA Aha NOOOO!!! hhaa ehae ahehae ahehae HAH AHEHAE AEHA PLEASE!! PLEASE WAIT!!!" Carie begged.

Her trembling hands held firmly to the wheel as she pumped down on the gas pedal and headed towards the feuding Silver and Pink cars in the distance. The tickling was horrible, but she managed to just take it and laugh her ass off as she tried keeping her focus on the road and winning this race.

"Ahah Ahaa ahe HAEAE AOHH GOD!! STOP THIS!! ha eahea aheae wait!! wait!!!" She shouted to deaf ears as her car blew past the blue one and sped off.

As for our friend in the blue car....

'Ahahahaah AAHHOOO HEHEHE HHOOOOO!!! HOOOO!! NOW NOW!! HHAOOO HEHE HHOOO!!" She cried as this snake-like vibrating tickling machine wrapped tighter around her waist and tickled her belly. The vibration tickling were strong enough to cause her belly button ring to tremble and buzz as if it was connected to electricity!

"Ha! haha aehaheaehaheaheah ahea STOP THIS THING NOW!!!" She shouted nervously as she tried watching the road. She wasn't being careful and soon found herself drifting off the road and plowing through some open meadow off track. As her car ripped through the tall grass, she had let go of the wheel completely and was trying desperately to get this thing off her waist.
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{Underground}

The lunatic watching his screen was enjoying this show and rubbing his hands together at his possible win. It was a great feeling to enjoy.

Then, he started thinking about something...

He raised his hand with a frown on his face and waited for the PA system to notice. A few moments rolled by and eventually it did just that.

"Yes?" It asked.

"A successful attack could mean the death of our racer, correct?" He asked in a confused tone.

"That's correct. Why do you ask?"

"Well, if I were to be successful and rewarded with other tickling spots, but my driver was no longer available to me, then what good is it to win at all?" He asked.

He had an excellent point...

But unfortunately the PA system's automatic chain guns had an excellent answer...

Without a minute's worth of hesitation, the questioning man was covered in bullet fire and blow across the room before he could so much as blink. Blood splattered the console and some of the lunatics nearby as his body flew back and slammed against the far wall. It was a horrible sight, and I think he actually survived the first wave of bullets.

Oh, just terrible...

"As for the rest of you, I'd like you to reflect on this moment and realize that you are here to do as I say. There are no answers to your questions. Only my orders and commands will be your guide here. If you are successful in the demise of your racer, then I will simply give you another racer to play with. At that point, both you and the previous torturer will have further tickling options." The PA system explained.

The chain guns still had steam coming off the ends before they recoiled back into the ceiling and vanished.

"Any questions?"

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{Back to the Race}


The tickling suddenly stopped as the six cars approached what appeared to be the second part of this crazy race. A boat dock with a huge banner and nearly two thousand spectators waited for the approaching Beamers. At this moment, this was the current order,

Megan, driving for TickleTortureclips.com in the lead
Kim, driving for Pretty on Pink Lingerie inches behind and holding second..
Angelica in the Blue car and racing for Bottom's up Beer was coming up in third..
Carie, driving for Sweetheart Pastries pulled off fourth place and was holding her own...
Ivy, driving for Dragen’s Tattoos followed a few miles behind Carie in fifth…
Emily in the Yellow car and racing for Yellow Teeth Candies was trailing in last place...




Part two, the ocean BLUE


As the women drove their dust covered luxury cars into the parking lot parked special, the fans raised their lazy butts off the seats and begin clapping and hooting. Mostly perverted men are in these sorts of crowds today, but who cares? Money is money. The choppers following the action both found a safe landing position and came to the ground. The camera crew needed a well deserved rest and the choppers look gas thirsty. As the women exit their vehicles, we see a few of them staggering back and forth as if to be in a state of tickle shock. Carie tries to keep her game face on as she waves to the crowd and smiles.

A new announcer is in place here at the second stop on their wave towards the finish line. A young D.J. by the name of Mary Huntin' is addressing the crowd and will be doing the play by play as we move into the speedboat portion of this wacky race. This of course means that the women need to be in their best looking bathing suits and lathered in sunscreen before proceeding. A sheltered lounge is waiting for the beautiful women now. Let's give them their privacy while they change...


-Inside the lounge-

You didn't think I was being serious did you? Please!

The six women walk into a plush and comfortable looking showering and resting area especially for them. Several massage therapists are waiting to rub and squeeze the stress of the race out of these women, but first, a shower...

Carie was the first to strip down. She pulled off her fully corporate label riddled body suit with a pull of the zipper just between her 34c sized melons. Her long brown hair was pulled back and tied off into a ponytail as she let the suit sort of slide down her body and fall to her knees.
She wasn't wearing any underwear ladies and gentlemen.

The dragon lady somehow slipped right past Carie and walked fully nude into the showering quarters. She was followed by that bitch in the blue car who for some weird reason decided to wear a little two piece bathing suit into the showering area.

Megan and Ms. Pink were having a private discussion in the locker area as the other girls showered.

!!BAMM!!!

Kim's head was slammed into the locker as her body recoiled in a clumsy fall from Megan's mighty thrust. They were both in bra and panties and apparently weren't thrilled with each other at the moment.

"I guess you figured I'd let this one slide huh?" She said as she reached down and grabbed Kim by the hair and her bra.

Without much warning, pink used those powerful and sexy legs of hers to grab and then crush Megan's ankle until she collapsed with a whining squeal of defeat. She ended up falling backwards and then head over heels on the other side of that bench she just fell over. It was a horrible twist of bad luck for Megan as she had little time to time to react before Kim planted her thong clad rear end over her face and grabbed both her ankles tight. She squeezed her ass cheeks to smoosh Megan's face deeper into her butt as she giggled and playfully taunted her former attacker.

"Let me slide huh? I'm afraid your pea sized brain had it a little mixed up. Are you hearing me under there?!!" She shouted, bouncing her nearly naked ass up and down on her face and further humiliating her opponent.

She sort of mumbled out a yes as she attempted to wiggle free.

"Now you listen up and realize the importance of what I'm saying!" Kim scolded her subdued friend.

"If you ever try a stunt like that out there during our race again, I promise to make sure you’ll never race again. And I'm not taking about telling the authorities, I'm talking about far worse conclusions..." She smiled.

"Maybe I'd start by slicing off a few of the fingers from each hand. Or, maybe you'd lose both hands all together. Either way, I always get my way. if you hide from me, I'll sleep with a few F.B.I. agents and have them find you for me. Try to seek revenge on me, and I'll hunt you down like an elk and add your head to my trophy wall." She explained to the mumbling ass muncher beneath her.

Kim slowly lifted her butt off Megan's red face and then helped her off the floor, but only to slam her against the lockers behind her and bring her face less then two inches away from her own.

"You didn't think I was going to let you slide, did you...." She said as she forced Megan into a deep French kiss, pulled away and licked her face up and down, and then pushed her head back and left the room.



-All is LOUD on the waterfront-

The crowd was just begging to get this thing started. They were getting restless and harder to keep contained to the bleachers overlooking the Sandalic Ocean. Six sinister and fully sponsored speedboats bounced up and down against the waves of the ocean as they waited patiently for their mistress. Before the Bikini-clad racers came into view, the announcer recapped the current stats and gave us the highs and lows of the race thus far. She explained that TickleTortureClips.com’s racer, Megan, was currently planted in the first place.

"Following closely behind her ass is Kim from Pretty On Pink Lingerie! She is holding steady to second place as we move into phase two of this race." Mary explained.

She then turned the audience's attention to the giant screens in front of them as they started rolling footage from the intense BMW race through the deserts of SoleWood Valley.

The others weren't trailing too badly but if they didn't clean up their acts during this boat race, someone was bound to be eliminated this round. Plus, if the crashing waves of the ocean and the dirty rotten moves from their opponents didn't get them, our hidden group of sadistic ticklers would surely find a way.

Speaking of which, those lunatics were very busy themselves! They too were also preparing themselves for part two of this race. Oh, that questioning fellow that got pumped full of holes was formally in charge of tickling the yellow car driver, but since it seemed that he wasn't "breathing" anymore, the yellow car was given to Ms. Tragic. She now had two drivers to torment. She was now in charge of both the pink and the yellow driver's insanity levels. This wasn't good for either driver, but excellent for us!

"Are we ready to see these ladies get wet!?" Mary shouted as the crowd erupted with cheers.

She smiled at the crowd and starting clapping her hands together and laughing.

"Then help me welcome them back to the race!"

As she said this, the six lovely ladies walked down the glowing red catwalk towards where their boats were waiting. Each had chosen a little bikini for this leg in the race. It went perfectly with the water boat theme and had been prearranged to work this way. The suits each racer wore displayed several visible icons referring to the sponsors that had paid to get them there in the first place. In one example, Megan from TickleTortureClips.com was wearing a sterling silver two piece bikini that left little ( if anything at all..) to our imaginations. The lower portion of the suit was a silver thong, which had somehow become lost within the cheeks of her butt. She had huge breasts that jiggled up and down as she strolled towards the boats.

The ocean seemed somewhat comfortable at the moment and the weather couldn't have been better. It was just a tit past noon now, and the sky above was nearly completely clear with the exception of a few fluff clouds that hovered lazily across the sky. There was a little chill in the wind, but nothing when compared to what was considered normal around these parts.


The bets were placed, the crowd was pumped up, and the choppers were filled with gas and ready to go. This portion of the race would push the limits of security and challenge their tolerance for fear. The water can be beautiful and mesmerizing, but it can also fill your lungs with water and make you into a plump little snack for some of the more dangerous sea life. The boats were rigged with those horrible tickling panels once again, and this time the women were in bikinis!

The lunatics would have more then their share of nude flesh to search for ticklish spots. To make matters worse, each boat had an oddly designed seat that forced driver's to actually kneel and steer. The console, or **** pit if you will was like a little upright tunnel standing about four feet off the deck of the boat. The steering wheel was placed in the center of this tunnel looking seat, and there were red cushions lying where the knees of the driver would be. The legs from the thighs downward mysteriously disappeared into darkness. They were just two dark holes and were quite intimating to even look at.

Where did your legs go when you shoved them in?

What about your bare feet??

The dangers involved in these race was exactly what made it the most unique and entertaining race to watch. People came in from all over this planet just to catch a glimpse of the real women and then watch the rest of the show from the eyes of the choppers. But to some, this was simply something you had to see in the flesh to get the full experience. Huge fans like Captain Socks in the first row of the second set of bleachers was currently getting a one-on-one interview with Mary Huntin in regards to his love and devotion to this insanely competitive and strangely perverted sport.

"You came all the way from Canada to be here today?" Mary asked with a smile.

The Capt. smiled and tipped his torn up and old looking Pirate hat towards the lady.

"You are absolutely correct my love. I wouldn't miss this race for the keys to Davy Jone's Locker says I!" He spouted off before gulping down another throat full of Jack Daniels.

A few yellow bubbles sort of floated casually around the Capt.'s head as he spoke to the Blonde beauty.

"What is it about the race that turns you on the most? The action? The speed? Or is the danger involved?" She asked seriously.

He smiled crooked and replied with dignity...

"The asses and the ticklin'! ((Burp)) I love see a wigglin' rear and watchin' her try to drive while getting tickled is super fun Broham!!" He shouted, nearly tipping over on his chair.

"I see. Hmm, well if that' what drags you out here, couldn't you have just rented a porno or just watched the even on television?" Mary asked, sounding a little confused.

"Are you kidding? And miss the free Seadogs and French Flounders they give you at the door?! Bitch, you're drunker then I, says I..." He shouted before falling flat on his face limp and motionless.

Mary looked up at her camera crew and smiled.

"We'll be right back after these messages from our sponsors."


Commercials galore at an event of this size were normal, but the suddenly changing weather and ocean condition was something nobody had expected. Huge waves ranging from heights as tall as sixteen to twenty four feet high suddenly began crashing against the changing tide in the distance. A huge cruise ship that was stationed near a chain of tropical islands was forced to call everyone aboard and get the fuck out of there before things got any worse! The size of that cruise ship was a staggering 500 feet tall and nearly triple that in length, and those waves were rocking in back and forth as if it were a tug boat!

As the racers boarded their vessels, the fear and anxiety on their pretty faces was more then obvious. In fact, they might as well have had neon arrows pointing to their trembling faces with headings like:

"Scared Shitless"

and..

"Just wet her panties. again"


"The ocean is growing more and more dangerous as we speak, and I for one think this race should be cancelled!" Mary shouted to the crowd.

An angered crowd fired several hundred Boos and F yous all at once as she stated her opinion. Even a few of the racers started wiggling their arms like chicken wings at the nervous announcer.

Despite the feeling of discontent with her opinion, she immediately grabbed a cell phone and called Grey Fox. He was the head of race security and safety, and was a personal friend of hers. Formally serving as a member of I.T.F ( Impossible Task Force ) and being a paid bodyguard to the highest ranking general in our army, Grey Fox ended up retiring with flying colors. He was actually on the pooper when Mary called him, but even during doodie, he always answered when "duty" called...

"Mary! Hello my dear!" He said with a slight whine in his voice.

"Fox! I'm so glad I caught you in time! You've got to cancel the race!" She shouted with relief.

"I uh, wait a minute, what was that now??!" He asked politely.

"I said you must cancel this race! There’s no time to waste Fox!" She explained.

"CANCEL THE RACE?! What in god's name for my dear?" He asked.

"The weather is making the ocean completely unsafe for this race Fox! Its way too dangerous today, you simply must stop it!" She pleaded.

He scratched his head and thought. Images of the racers being swallowed by the sea and the bad media attention it would drag into this popped up in his head.

This wouldn't be an easy decision for him. Safety was his highest regard for this event and he wasn't about to forget that.

Then, the images of the several personal bets he had riding on this event started popping up...

"Ah, a little wind won't hurt anyone sweetie. Race on!" He said happily as he clamped his phone off.

Mary frowned and crossed her arms as she grabbed the microphone and stared out towards the violent ocean waves in the distance.

She wasn't ready to give up on these women just yet. Their safety was worth just one last chance. She climbed quickly down the ladder beneath her announcement booth in her little red mini skirt and matching halter top and ran barefoot towards where the six women were boarding their boats. They were so busy waving to the crowd and yelling at each other, Mary had to shout at the top of her lungs just to get their attention.

"Ladies! Don't do this!! Pull back! Pull back!!"

They were already kneeling in their speed boats...

Too late...

To the surprise of the racers, heavy self-buckling clamps made themselves comfortable on their bodies as they clamped around the waist, thighs, and each of their ankles! The starting line was made of floating pink and blue floating balloons that were held to the ocean floor with little anchors.

A robot stood with confidence at the edge of a dock nearest the speedboats and gave a heartfelt salute to both the racers and the insane crowd.

The crowd shouted with excitement as the robot pulled a flare gun from his left thigh and then raised his arm towards the sky. The racers were ready, and at the shot of that gun, they'd begin on their fifty seven mile race through the disturbed waters of the Sandalic Ocean.

3...
2...
1...

!!BooM!!!


The green flare shot high into the sky as the robot pulled the trigger. That's it! The race begins now!! Motors kicked up huge trails of fresh saltwater as they sped off towards the finish line in the distance. The robot lowered his arm and began waving to the kids in the crowd when a giant wave came up and shoved him off the dock and into the blue waters to his shocking dismay. Mary's eyes widened as she saw another wave coming towards their location.

"RUN!!!!" She shouted to the crowds as the wave picked up pace and approached.

The choppers lifted off a little early in light of the water's conditions and immediately sped after the racers. They were safe, but what about the rest of those people?? Just behind the two huge, drive-in movie sized monitors was the foamy top of a wave the size of Godzilla. As it grew in size, Mary turned towards her booth and jumped for the ladder. The wave grew larger then the screens and finally got the attention of several crowd members. Mary climbed fast and steady up the wooden planks of that ladder as the huge waves covered the twin screens and engulfed both bleacher stands. The entire area was collected by the water and pushed in the opposite direction like spraying ants with the garden hose.

Mary felt the water hitting her legs as she pulled her body into the booth and slammed the trap door shut. The water level hadn't reached her height and for now she was safe.

As for the racers, the ocean's violent temper was having its wave with their boats. Pretty on Pink's boat was actually soaring through the air between two different waves as we speak. It looked as if the waves were having a little game of "go catch" among themselves. Carie watched in disbelief as Kim flew across her horizon several times before watching the entire boat go underwater and disappear from sight.

She then turned her attention to the strange feelings around her shoulders. Two plastic and dull hooks came out from hidden panels in the boat and raised her arms by her biceps. This forced her to steer with her elbows directly in line with the top of her steering wheel. This also left both of her shaven armpits available for a little ticklish exploring...

The lunatic working Carie at the moment smiled as she flipped the switch and pressed the icon displaying a woman's breast and underarm. A panel below Carie's knee opened and a little metal tray attached to a robotic arm raised from the floor. On that tray was a little tree frog made of metal and copper. It had big bug eyes that appeared to be closed at the moment and looked very much like a morning cartoon character.

She stared at it in confusion as she veered left on the wheel and pulled her boat out of way of another giant crashing wave! The water splashed down hard against the boat and showered her from head to hips as she steered right and avoided another.

Suddenly, the frog's eyes opened...

Without warning, the toy frog's metallic mouth popped open wide and out fired two long wires attached to big suction cups in the color of red. It looked like the frog's tongue. The suction cups shot out and then clamped down against the bare skin of Carie's armpits.

"OOOhh!!" She shouted in discontent. Her eyes wandered towards the source of the bizarre gel-like feeling against her armpit.

She watched in horror as a huge clump of something started pushing it's way through that thin red tube towards where the suction cups had landed. It was like seeing a snake swallow an Ostrich egg or something! Whatever the fuck it was, she didn't like it.

Carie pulled desperately at the little hooks holding her arms up, but she couldn't overpower them.

Meanwhile, our beautiful warrior in the Pink boat was having quite a time keeping her eyes on the water as the soles of her bare feet were slowly raked with plastic forks and little detailing brushes that seemed to be hooked to a rotating belt of some kind. She couldn't pull her feet through those holes, but boy was she trying!

"Hha HAHA ha haeha No!! I jhahae ahehaea I just had a PEDICURE!! ha aeh AEHA hE eH plEASE!! pLEASE STOP!!!!" She begged as she tried watching the waves and avoiding the heavy current of the water.

Megan in the Silver boat saw that her opponent was having some trouble with her boat and decided it was now or never. She had to eliminate this bitch from the race once and for all. Using everything she had, she turned her boat towards Kim's and started lining herself up with it. Side by side, they both hit the same wave and were tossed into the sky.

With a heavy splash, they landed into the ocean and were once again side by side. Megan turned to her opponent and tried getting her attention.

She noticed that Kim was laughing hysterically and was barely holding the steering wheel as she threw her head back and cackled like a fool.

"AHha Aah aeh Ahe no more!! ahehae aehHehae Ehe PLEASE NO more!! HAHEA EAHE haehae I beg!!! I beg!!!" She shouted.

Using her incredible boating skills, Megan was able to actually get behind Kim's boat and then come up along her other side! From here, she'd be able to control the boat a little easier with a few pushes and shoves.

She noticed what this lunatic was up to, but the foot tickling was too hard to ignore. She curled her toes and fought against the urges to laugh as she slowed down and got behind the Silver ship.

Megan glanced behind her and cursed in anger as she sped up in an attempt to escape from her opponent. Just then, things got a little worse. She hadn't anticipated the possibility of her own body being tickled. She knew there was always that chance that maybe some racers wouldn't get tortured while others were tickled relentlessly. Not the case in this disgRACE! She suddenly felt the presence of a little dusting machine near her inner thighs and womanhood. It had six heads attached to the center piece and a pair of little red eyes just under the first two heads.

This piece hardly looked like it was designed to clean anything, except for maybe a swollen clit or a very ticklish anus. Each of the seventeen different pedals attached to the head were made of clear latex and were fitted with several thousand vibrating nozzle attachments. Just one head alone had the power to make a woman mildly ticklish in that area to go seriously insane and literally beg for her life. Poor Megan was about to find out just how that felt. A pair of scissors attached to a robotic arm extended towards the sides of her thong bikini bottoms and prepared to give them a little snip...

-Meanwhile, to her direct North-

"No!! No ahahea HAE AEHA aaheaehaa eaeah HAHEA EAHE ehae UNCLE!! UNCLE!!! UNCLEHAHE AE AHEAHEHA!" Carie shouted as held the wheel with trembling hands and quivering arms.

She trembled nervously as the waterfall of girlish giggles erupted out of the pits in her stomach. Another hideously huge wave crashed itself against her boat and tossed her like a skipping stone across the ocean. That lump traveling down the frog's tongue turned out to be a special tickling gel designed by SinusCorp. in the late eighties. It was pulled from the shelves of Sex stores across the nation when the ingredients in this Tickle Gel offered effects that most of the buyers didn't want to deal with. It was supposed to be a gag gift, but this shit actually worked! In fact, the effect would last for days. You'd feel as if thousands of little spiders were running in circles on the skin you applied the gel to at incredibly speeds. The effect was too effective and lasted way too long.

Carie's armpits and the sides of her body were dripping with the pink gel at this point! The lunatic woman controlling her panel was absolutely loving this scene. She was confident that Carie would not last this round.

Dragen’s Tattoos and that bad tempered chick steering the boat were cruising through the ocean waters as if the waves didn't even exist. She had plenty of experience out in the open seas and found this current challenge to be quite the cake walk. Unfortunately, the panels in her boat had malfunctioned and the tickling machines were unable to get a chance at her. It was quite disappointing for the lunatics...

"Dragen Tattoos has taken the lead at this point.. uhh... ((Glancing around with his binoculars)) I'm seeing another ship in the distance here.." The reporter on the chopper explained as they followed closely with the action.

Another racer perhaps?

Not exactly....


A giant Pirate ship was coming towards the six spread out racers from the distance. It seemed as if it was carrying the brunt of the storm with it as the ship glided through the waters. Candy apple red was it's color and nothing but evil was it's crew. The Statue of a woman wrapped in bondage at the ship's front pointed towards their current destination. The Captain of this horrible ship was standing on deck and smiling. He peered through a telescope with his one good eye while a tattooed woman kneeling before him slurped and sucked on his ugly penis.

"I want one of those!" Captain Kruel shouted to his crew as he pointed towards the racers.

They almost all immediately headed towards the Teenager Trapper just below the main deck and prepared the giant claw for yet another hunting adventure. In the background of this overhead shot, we see the former Pop Princess Jilly wearing nothing but a chastity belt and a collar as she nervously mops the deck. Her bare feet have since been tattooed and all of her expensive toe rings are gone. Her hair looks dirty and matted as if it hadn't been washed in weeks. Her body still looked healthy with her tanned skin and soft curves, but she definitely had the look of pirate's prisoner as opposed to a top selling teeny pop idol.

Angelica and the blue boat were now coming up on Dragen’s Tattoo's ship as if they had something to prove.

Pretty on Pink was trailing behind and trying her hardest to keep herself together as the ocean shoved another series of waves and unstable water patches against her. She tried looking for anything resembling a camera and started pleading and begging her unseen torturer to please give her a well deserved rest.

"Aaaaahhh!! Hah qaehaehahe.. ::snorting:: Ha hea H AHAHAA AAHhahea Please!! If you stop now I'll make it worth your while! HAHA HEHE AAHEA!! HA!! hahea ehaea please listenahahanooo!! No not there!! ahehae aeha aheae My feet!! ahehae ah my FeEt!!! ahehae ahehaehae ahaea My little piggies!! hashea eahea why!!? Why me!!!?? " She shouted at every angle she could think of.

This opportunity was perfect for Yellow Teeth Candies to reach out and steal third place from the dreaded and dangerous Ms. Pink Pussy as she laughed and cackled like a fool. Emily in the driver's booth was actually having the cheeks of her rear end dreadfully tickled and the toes of her right foot sucked and slurped on by several little machines. She was crying and laughing and begging like the rest of these brave women, but she was not going to let it ruin her performance out here. She had to prove to herself that she could simply laugh in the face of difficult challenges and show them who’s boss. She was a strong woman in her private life and was always giving to her community. She worked as a Personal Trainer for the local College Cheerleading squads, and was a member of the Solewood Town Council. She also loved candies and when this race came forth, she wrote a letter to Yellow Teeth Candies.com and asked if they'd sponsor her in this race. As you can tell, they agreed.

But as she sped past Ms. Pink Pussy with all her might, something terrible and unexpected suddenly happened to Emily and her ship.

!!CruncH!!!

A huge metal claw flew through the sky and barely skimmed the surface of the ocean from out of nowhere!! With a heavy thud and the sounds of shattering fiberglass, the claw clutched an unbreakable grip around the rear of Emily's speedboat. The impact alone smashed both of her Yamaha Engines and ripped the fiberglass material of the rear to shredded wheat.

"What the hell??!!" She shouted in shock as her boat stopped moving. The water was already filling the new holes in the boat and Emily could feel it sinking already. She climbed towards the nose of her Yellow speedboat and threw her arms desperately in the air as if to be rescued.

The choppers sort of hovered around her, but nobody did a single thing to help this poor woman. She was in real trouble here...

"Fucking HELP me you cowards!! Please!! "She shouted at the hovering vultures.

The massive red pirate ship slowly broke through the eerie fog that seemed to cluster around the base of the ship as it came to claim its prize. Emily gazed upwards and then higher and higher as she started to see just how enormous this terrible looking ship truly was.

She turned again to the hovering choppers and threw her arms in the air and shouted for help.

"PLease!! Please help me!!!" She shouted as the Pirate ship floated closer and closer.

The choppers got a few more shots of the ship, then turned away and chased the other racers without even a seconds worth of hesitation. She was left there to die just so Joe Q public would get a few better shots of the intensive race as it came down to the last few miles.

Emily whined and held desperately to the ship as sharks started floating around her boat. She couldn't jump out in fear that she'd be eaten alive.

The huge chain attached to that massive metal claw was being slowly detracted back into an open cabinet beneath the ship's main deck. It looked dark and filled with small red candles. The smell of sex and perverted games filled her nostrils as she slowly disappeared into the ship itself.

The sounds of demonic laughter could be heard throughout the ship as the cabinet doors closed.
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"It appears that we've lost a racer Alvin." The chopper reporter explained to the other one.

The other chopper was actually flying low and chasing the winning boat as Dragen’s Tattoos flew past the finish line!

"One down and five to go!" He replied.

The other reporter shook his head in disgust and groaned.

"Jesus Al, don't you care that someone was just kidnapped and we did absolutely nothing to help her!?" He asked with anger and embarrassment.

Alvin was busy flossing his teeth and adjusting his collar just seconds before they would be broadcast live on the air as the race moved into the Third phase.

"If you don't feel up to this Jim, I'll present the winners in this segment." He said back through their connecting mics.

"Yeah, whatever makes you feel better..." He said as he clicked off his mic. He was feeling sick with guilt at this point. He couldn't even look at himself right now. Why the hell didn't he do something to save that poor woman.

"Hello folks and welcome back to Serious Stats! I'm your host Al Faction." He said. Alvin and Jim were the hosts of this racer-follow up program. They worked with all sorts of backwater sports and bizarre events like this one. In normal broadcasts, Alvin served as Jim's co-host.

His face appeared on the dual big screens near the empty Airplane bunker that now served as a concert stadium for several thousand fans of amazing aerial racing. It appeared that six planes were waiting and ready for the lovely ladies and the skies above would serve as their track. This was in fact the most dangerous portion of this ticklish race due to the fact that they'd be cruising steady at an easy 23,000 altitude for most of the race.

But first, here are the stats from the last part...

Ivy, driving for Dragen Tattoos is in the lead...
Megan, driving for TickleTortureClips.com and Bottom's up beer are tied for second...
Kim, driving for Pretty on Pink Lingerie is third and looking strong...
Carie, driving for Sweetheart Pastries is in a terrible last place...


Emily, driving for Yellow teeth Candies has been eliminated from this race..




"That's the Stat Attack for you ladies and gents. I know where my money is for Part three, but you ask me, I'll have no idea what you're talking about." He smiled and waved to the camera.

"This is Al Faction for Channel 67 Sports News."




-Pushing the Sky's Limits- Part Three


The choppers landed and began refueling as the women were escorted into their private quarters by some very hot models dressed as Flight attendants. We didn't see many kisses being blown into the crowd or any silly fake waving as they walked into their rooms this time around. Instead, they were cranky, soaking wet, and feeling those little butterflies bouncing around in their bellies.

Their rooms featured private hot tubs for relaxing and a little bed for a quick cat nap if needed. If that wasn't your poison, then you could hit the marble and gold riddled private bar installed near the bedroom. It had lovely glass mirrors all tinted red and nearly every alcoholic beverage you could ask for. Plus, you'd find a little bong just beneath the front counter. It even had a tasty looking bowl of green leaves stuffed in it and waiting.

What a place...

The crowd was shown footage from the first two parts of this race as they waited patiently for the third part to begin. The bunker was a bit humid today, and already people were getting a little restless. Regardless, the ladies needed a little R & R at this point. In fact, it would be another two hours before the race officially started.


-Underground madness-

There seemed to be an argument going on among the mindless maniacs that were tickling these poor ladies as they faced the dangers of the race. It seemed that the man who had been tickling Emily in the Yellow Teeth Candies boat was claiming that his skillful tickling is what caused her to fail this round. He claimed that if not for his tickling, she would have been more aware of that pirate ship and probably would have avoided it.

The voice in PA system didn't seem to agree...

"I'm tellin' you pal. I consider that a win for me and should be rewarded." He shouted towards the speakers installed in this underground dungeon of sorts. The scene that had shown Emily being pulled out of her boat kicking and screaming was now clicked off with the words

--No signal--

displayed across the screen. She had been pulled out of the boat by several weird looking men and was almost immediately having her clothing pulled off when the camera clicked out and lost connection.

"Your tickling had little to do with the large claw that attached itself to her boat number 13. I'm afraid you're mistaken." The voice explained.

Number 13 glared at the speakers with rage. He clenched his teeth and pulled his hands into fists as the anger built up in his body. His latex covered body tensed up and he started drooling a little. This wasn't your average tickler you had here. Number 13 was actually a member of SinusCorp for nearly five years before his accident. He started as a security guard for the prison section of the plant. Here, the new girls were brought in and held in captivity until the machine rooms were prepped and ready for them. He was in charge of logging them in and making sure nobody talked to each other.

Balls gags were his clever solution, and it definitely worked. But Number 13's luck changed for the worst when a personal friend of his was brought in as a prisoner. It was then he discovered how distorted and evil the company he worked for truly was. It was a painful discovery, but an important one nonetheless. He had to get his friend out of this place and then escape without getting caught.

They were successful for the first few days, but on day three, Number 13 misjudged a jump and fell nearly two stories to the cement floor of the trash chamber of the lab. He nearly broke all 206 bones in his body from that fall and unable to move a muscle. He thought he was dead. His poor friend tried to help him by climbing down that three story shaft barefoot. She was recaptured by SinusCorp several minutes later and introduced to whatever was behind the Pink Door. She was never seen again...

As for Number 13, they rebuilt his sorry ass and decided the proper punishment would be to regain all of his skills and then be thrown into a mental health prison for the rest of his life. Now, he sat angrily with a panel of six other wackos as they helped ruin the chances of each racer through the beauty of tickling.

He glared at the screen once again.

--No Signal--

"Am I getting another plaything?" He asked in that wispy robotic voice he now carried.

The PA system was shocked at this sudden change of attitude.

"Then you agree that you really had nothing to do with your racer's failure?" It asked.

"I don't agree, but I won't continue to argue." He said with confidence.

The chain guns were slowly lowered from their resting places the chambers were rapidly reloaded with bullets.

"You're starting to give me a headache number 13..." The PA system explained.

Gulping silently as Princess Tragic watched from her booth with a smile, Number 13 sort of slumped back in his chair as the chain guns rotated towards his direction...



-Annoyed Fans, Stoned pilots, and a giant floating hamster-



Exactly two hours had passed and the event was finally ready for take off. The little mini planes used for this portion of the race were designed to resemble authentic military aircraft from the mid 1940s. We had a 1940 Airabonita, a 1942 Hellcat, an older 1938 Spitfire, a 1945 P51 Mustang, and a P40 War hawk ( Flying Tiger ) for this event. Normally, these were planes used in simulation training and civilian activities. Now, they'd be pushing the sky’s limits as five talented women entered the big blue and gave it their all to get the lead.

Despite the excitement of the race preparing to begin, the crowd was bitter and angry. They were all throwing popcorn and cotton candy chunks at the announcers as they tried stalling time with their lame comedy bits.

"I'll tell you, I can't think of a better place to take the wife." Hal Beardson said to his radio partner Dunky.

"Why do you say that Hal?." Dunky replied.

Popcorn was still being thrown as they finished out this painfully humiliating display of desperation.

"Because she never leaves the house! I'm telling you, our sofa has two butt cheeks installed right where she sits. The cat sleeps in one of them at night!" He said with a snickering tone.

Dunky quickly shoved his chair closer to Hal as the popcorn was thrown at him by the bucket loads.

"Oh look! The racers are heading to the planes now!!" Hal shouted with relief.

The crowd turned their attention away from those blockheads and towards the airplanes. Each of the four remaining women had found discomfort in a cat suit made of leather and riddled with their sponsor's labels. It was already hot as hell out here, and once inside those tiny cockpits the temperature was bound to go up and up. Regardless, the planes were ready and the women hadn't gone this far just to give up and quit now.

The choppers and the camera crews would normally prove to be excellent methods of keeping the audience up to date with the race. But now, it was a problem of altitude. At 10,000 feet, they would never be capable of keeping up with these fast little stunt planes. Besides that, Jim had decided not to cover anymore of this race and set out on his own to get that poor woman out of trouble.

"Are you out of your fucking mind James? I mean, come on man. You know as well as I do that there was nothing we could have done anyway man! Snap the hell out of this and let's get this pre show going!" Al shouted as Jim turned and walked away.

He wasn't interested in his partner's pathetic opinion.

"Alright then Hero. Have it your way. Just know, I'll have you replaced by this time tomorrow!" Al shouted towards his partner.

A middle finger came up as he stepped into the limo waiting for him.

It was decided that a speed plane with two mounted cameras would follow the women into the sky. This way, every last detail would be captured and presented to the crowds of people filling the stadium. The excitement was in the air like the fart of a fat man. You could feel the intensity of the moment as the five planes started up and rolled out towards the run way. For safety reasons, each plane would take off individually. So, if you were first last race, then you'd go first into the air. Seemed fair enough.

This meant that our lovely raven haired attitude queen racing for Dragen’s Tattoos was up first. She had been mounted into the mini 1942 Hellcat for reasons of personal preference. She felt that her behavior deemed her sort of a hell cat and she thought nothing less of picking this plane, despite the fact that Carie really wanted it for some reason.

"And there she goes!!" Hal shouted as the little black and green plane skidded off the runway and took the sky at a staggering speed.

"TickleTortureClips.com and Bottom's up beer were tied for second, so they both take off at the same time." Dunky said as he picked his nose.

"I thought it wasn't safe to have two planes leaving the runway at the same time?" Hal asked.

Dunky shrugged his shoulders and explained that he had no clue what the hell they were thinking. Secretly, he wiped that booger under his rolling chair and then pretended like it never actually happened.

Despite the dangers, both the Silver and Blue plane took off at the same time and immediately began trying to get the edge on each other.
Megan was in the mini 1938 Spitfire and Angelica found her lovely ass seated in the mini 1945 P51 Mustang.

"Next up is the lovely blonde that looks better in pink then anybody I know. She's flying the P40 War hawk and is looking so sexy in her pink cat suit." Dunky explained to the listening (and reading audience)

She flew off the runway and vanished into the sky with grace and elegance. What a woman! ::Blushing::

"Here comes my personal favorite for this race." Hal said with a blush.

"Oh look at you blush, you big dope!" Dunky said with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, it's the one and only Carie flying today for Sweetheart Pastries!" Hal explained as little pink and red hearts floating softly around his skull.

Carie pulled the stick back in her mini Airabonita stunt plane and felt her heart drop into her stomach as she lifted off the runway and chased down the others. The engines of these little stunt planes were surprisingly powerful and she was up to speed behind Silvercherry.com in a matter of minutes! The blue plane appeared to have some talented flying ability as she swooped dangerously in between her opponents and darted off into the clouds.

Ivy felt Ms. Pink Pussy on her ass now as she drifted into the clouds and vanished from Pink's field of vision. She immediately pulled downwards against the throttle and decided to drift away from the clouds just in case. She was right to feel a trap coming on, but unfortunately she wasn't quite careful enough. From out of the clouds, the little black and green Hellcat came swooping down straight for her!!!

"Fucking bitch!!!" Kim screamed as she yanked the plane's controls to the right and pulled the plane out of the way.

Dragen’s Tattoos came back around and was now firing paintballs from the guns attached to her mini plane. Each of the planes had these fun attachments to enjoy, but Ivy was the first to use them. Black and green dots suddenly covered the right wing and side of Ms. Pink Pussy's plane as she tried gaining speed and getting her ass out of there.

Ivy smiled as she again pulled the trigger and fired several rounds of paintball pellets are her air headed opponent. She was having some much fun that she failed to see a few changes happening within her own cockpit...

A V-shaped metal device lifted itself upwards from her seat and clamped down against her vagina and belly button. This certainly caught her attention, but not as much as the two arms slowly growing from the sides of the thing! With little laser guns clipped to each end, those arms wiggled their way up her stomach and searched for their hidden targets. As brave as she was, the idea of something tickling her silly at nearly 9,000 feet above ground was starting to give her the shakes.

Princess Tragic watched with a smile on her twisted face as those little arms found what targets she had chosen to go after. Her ' pair ' were certainly game considered ' fair ' and that's exactly what was about to happen.

The mini guns felt out the exact position of her 34 c breasts beneath that black and green cat suit and immediately started burning circles around the entire breast.

"Aaaaahhhh!! Ahaahhhhhh!!" Ivy shouted in disbelief as she tried holding the flying stick as she froze up in fear that moment might get her seriously burned by those little blue lasers! She had to patiently sit there and try to keep her eyes on the sky as these little robotic perverts had their way with her.

In seconds, the circles that the guns had carved out of the cat suit fell towards her lap and out popped both her breasts and Hardened Nipples!! She was enjoying this?

Ms. Pink Pussy watched nervously as the black and green plane started jiggling back and forth as Ivy fought against the next series of robotic hands working with her. These twisted little fucks were looking to grab her nipples and forcefully pull those big breasts out of those holes in her cat suit. She tried wiggling back and forth to avoid the hands, but eventually they got the best of her. Another one reached out and grabbed her by the nostrils.

"Ooooohhh!! oohhhwwww oowww!!" She shouted as her head was pulled upwards.

Ms. Pink Pussy's eyes widened with fear as she felt something slithering around her neck just behind the headrest. It immediately pulled taunt and brought the back of her head against the seat without a chance to escape.

"OoHH.. MY GOD! oH MY GOD NO!! "She whined as she suddenly felt a pair of metal flaps raising up alone her thighs and slowly parting her legs.


Her legs were spread about as far as they'd go at this point and she was whining and groaning. She couldn't move her head or her legs and was forced to try and maintain herself in that little stunt plane. Like a diaper, the robotic hands found little zippers alone her hips and worked the panty portion of her cat suit undone. She suddenly realized that going commando for this phase of the race wasn't such a great idea after all...


Meanwhile,

Carie and Angelica were tickle free and soaring through the air like two bats out of hell. They tore through the clouds and continued pacing each other as they ventured closer and closer towards the finish line. The speeds were at least 150 miles an hour as they reached the halfway point in this event. Huge clouds suddenly were all around the two as they drifted in and out of each other's way. Carie wiggled her fingers as if to wave at Angelica as she flew right past her and took the lead. This pissed her off like you wouldn't believe...

She just happened to notice the triggers for her dual paint guns mounted on this little plane and decided now was the time to use em'.

She let Carie have alright!! The entire backside of the plane was riddled with little blue spots as the firing continued. Carie tried to lose her through the clouds, but she seemed to be following her closely. Nothing was working, and the sounds of those little balls slapping her plane made her just a little more nervous then she already was.

Where is that air sick bag anyway...

She glanced around for something to throw up in when a large circular shape caught her eye up ahead. The large form was sort of hidden within the clouds, but she could tell it was like a big circle or something. With Caution, Carie decided to elevate her altitude and try avoiding whatever the hell it was. She figured Angelica would do the same thing, but strangely she didn't. She was still heading straight for it.

I guess the fact that she was forced to lean forward against the cockpit as her butt cheeks were spread so that the tickling butt plug could slide in easier may have had something to do with it.

"Please!! It’s way too big!! Pleaseeeeeeehhhh!! Ooohhhhh!! ooohhh god!" She shouted as her rectum was coated with gel and then slowly filled with this tickling invader. It had several dozen different tickling modes, but that perverted principal had chosen the standard "turn, twist, and tickle" for her today. That meant the butt plug would actually spin within her rectum and coat the inner walls with squirts of that tickling gel that worked so well with the frog earlier. In a matter of minutes, poor Angelica was holding onto that stick for dear life as she howled with laughter and begged for it to stop.

"Ahaha Aha aeha aahaha why!!!?!?? Why me!!! aheha AHHEA haehaeha plaese no!!! PLEASE!!!!"

As Carie came out of the clouds, she gasped in disbelief as she just barely missed the very top of what was hiding in those clouds.

"What in the name of...." Carie said with a shocked look on her pretty face as she soared over what appeared to be a giant hamster balloon.

It was like one of those balloons you'd see at the Thanksgiving day parade! It was huge!! The eyes alone were the size of your average hot tub and the body had to be at least 250 feet around. She couldn't imagine what the hell it was doing there but she was so glad she noticed it.
The speeding camera plane picked up the image just seconds before Angelica did...

"Wow! Now that's a hamster!" Dunky said in shock.

The entire crowd was just as shocked as they watched the screens. Was this some sort of weird special effect, or were they seeing the truth.

"Where the heck did that come from?" Hal asked.

"Probably a Texas Hamster. Things are always bigger in Texas dude." Dunky said as if he was a professor at Harvard.

Just then, a terrible thing happened..

Again...


Angelica came out of the clouds and immediately stared into the white belly of a Godzilla sized hamster balloon. She screamed at the top of her lungs and actually forced that butt plug out of her ass before slamming head first into the belly and exploding into a ball of flames.

The plane's wings were ripped off the body almost immediately as the entire cockpit was suddenly lost within the stomach of this hamster.

"Holy Hamster!!" Hal and Dunky both shouted as the Hamster balloon suddenly burst a huge hole in the side after the plane sliced through the belly.

The hamster sort of jiggled back and forth as it slowly fell to the ground. It was still in full form and was carrying the remains of Angelica's plane inside. Dazed and confused, Angelica realized that she wasn't actually dead and pushed the button to release the cockpit door above her. She was staring into a pure white circular room. If this damn thing stayed in this form all the way to the ground, she might have a chance at living through this.

Despite the wacky events, the racers pushed on.

Ivy was in the middle of having her poor breasts tickled endlessly by two spinning rings that were placed around each of the nipples. They spun fast enough to tease and tickle the skin, but not fast enough to burn her. Either way, she didn't want it anywhere near her!

"AAAAaaaaaaaaahhh!! Stop!! STOP NOW!! ::Giggling like crazy:: ahahehehe ehee eheehhee STOP!!!" She shouted.

She tried holding the lead, but was unable to keep up as Carie flew straight past her and took first place. Everything was going pretty good for Carie at that moment, but things were about to change miserably. A panel opened directly in front of her and reached out to grab the little zipper between her tits. She felt the fingers of a robotic hand find their way to the zipper and start pulling downward and exposing her entire chest!

A pinkish color of blush filled her cheeks as she tried fighting with the hand. It actually worked. The hand stopped pulled at about her belly button and went stiff. She kept one eye on the sky and the other on that hand as she cut through the clouds to zoom up against Dragen Tattoos. Both planes had been riddled with multi-colored spots now and seemed to be neck and neck. She was feeling more and confident as she watched the black and green plane getting smaller as she zoomed past it with ease. Ivy was inside dying with laughter as those rings circle-tickled her hardened pinkish brown nipples and while two other hands dug into her ribs on both sides. She had tears running down her face and was hardly concerned with the race anymore. In a desperate attempt to solve her ticklish problem, she pulled the EJECT button and was bolted from the plane like a bullet.

That didn't quite solve her problem as both sets of hands were attached to the seat. When her parachute popped open, she was forced to enjoy the long and slow ride down as those devious tickling machines had their way with her.

"hhahAA AH hahehaeh aeh AEHAEHA ::SNORT::: HAHEA EAHEAEAHAEE I'LL BE A GOOD..AHEHAE AEHAEA GOOD GIRL!!" She cried as both the Pink plane and the Silver plane flew past her with incredible speed. It was enough to jolt her parachute back and forth as she drifted in the clouds.

They were both getting their pussies tickled by a built-in clit climbing machine that seemed to peel back the lips of the vagina and sort of wiggle a tickling little rod up and down the entrance while a little buzzing vibrator was attached to the clit itself. The feeling was breathtaking, and tickled very much. Megan squirmed in her seat and panted as if she was in heat as she chased down the Pink plane with furious skills.

Ms. Pink Pussy ( a.k.a. Kim ) seemed to work this torture into something she could use for sexual pleasure. Instead of being tortured by these terrible feelings, she started forcing herself into an orgasm. She licked her lips and moaned as tried thrusting her hips towards the machine as if to dry hump the head of it. Her legs were spread wide and her head was attached to the seat at her neck, but she could still raise her butt and thrust forward a little.

TickleTortureClips.com wasn't so lucky. She was having a hell of a time holding her bladder together as the machine suddenly increased its power and speed.


"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!! HAHEA EHA AAHEH ahehaea STOP IT STOP IT!! hahea eha AHEAHEA AH stop!!!!" She moaned in ticklish agony as the machine continued.

The flood gates of her bladder were throbbing at this point...

"Please!! Enough! hahea ehaea aheahea STOP!! OHHH NO!!!" She shouted as she lost control and fowled her entire seat.


The damned machine kept on going and she just kept on laughing. She was no longer in control of the plane as she pressed her hands against her face and tried to get the straps off her shoulders and thighs. The Silver plane suddenly went into a nose dive formation as it lost altitude. She was in serious trouble here.

"Look at that Dunky! I think she's in trouble man." Hal said with nervous tones.

"I wish superman was here!" Dunky said nervously.

As the plane suddenly went into full nosedive and basic crash formation, Megan looked up and finally took notice that she was in real trouble.

"Oh shit!! Oh shit!!" She shouted as she ignored the tickling feelings and pulled upwards on the driving stick. Nothing was working though. She was still heading for the ground below. Nervously, she slapped her eject button and waited for the seat to get blasted into the air.

Nothing happened!!

She jammed her thumb against the little green button over and over with the same results. Nothing was happening!

Unfortunately, Superman wasn't available. However, there was a super heroine that happened to be in the area. She took notice of the horrible dangers in the skies above and immediately broke her civilian cover and jumped into the air. She was soaring faster then the plane itself as she started turning invisible. Eve leaped against the plane and straddled the main body as she pressed her palms against the glass of the cockpit door.

Megan glanced up in terror as she watched the glass door suddenly ripped from its hinges and then get pulled into the sky. A figure suddenly began to materialize as she reached her gloved hand into the plane and smiled.

"Going my way?" Eve asked with a grin as she unbuckled Megan and pulled her from the seat. Eve tossed her over her shoulder and then darted off through the clouds.

"Ohh my goodness. Thank you Eve! Thank you for saving my life! I'll do anything to repay you!" Megan explained.

Eve smiled and carried Megan through the sky as she plotted a course for a nearby safe house. It was there that Megan's tongue would do most of the repaying. Eve had a thing for damsels in distress, and she preferred them naked, chained, in a thong, and serving her every sexual command. This and much more tickling torture is exactly what Megan had to look forward to for the next three days...

Two powerful women were now the only ones left in this competition. Poor Carie was cackling and drooling from both sides of her both in responses to the dreadful tickling feelings and sensations from that gel that had burst inside her cat suit. As for Ms. Pink Pussy, she was Cuming for the second time as she inched closer and closer to Carie's little plane. It was razor blade shaven close now as both ladies pushed their pedals to the metal and soared towards the finish line being held up by two weather balloons.

The pink plane inched her way forward just a little...

But it wasn't for long. Carie and her little plane sunk below the belly of that P40 War hawk and pushed into the lead.

Kim tried desperately to gain the lead as her butt raised into the air. The tickling was starting to bother her.

"Aarrrggh!!! Shit! Shit Shhiihaheahehahe aehahehaehaae!!" She howled with laughter as Carie pulled ahead and crossed the line first!!!


"Wow! That is what a photo finish ending is truly all about Dunky! Carie pulled it off by a tit!" Hal said with glee.

"Awesome! That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!" He explained.

And that it was. The crowd here at the old and now unused Solewood Valley airport was treated to the most action packed segment of the race thus far. In this part alone, we lost three contenders! What an excellent display of dominance and submission in the sky! We now turn to Alvin Faction with the Stats.

"Hi folks, I'm Al Faction and this is Stat Attack."

He turned the attention of the crowd to some captured footage from the last part of this race. The reel featured crazy aerial racing and dangerous moves within the clouds. It showed a giant hamster and a plane crashing right through its belly!

"The Floating Hamster turned out to be part of the Protect Your Pets Parade happening in downtown Solewood today. The float operator explained that the harness came loose and the wind picked up the massive balloon. They apologized for the trouble and offered a coupon for their local store to Angelica. She, by the way, was found safe and sound in the Hamster’s belly as it came softly to the ground a few miles away from the airport."

"But enough Babble, here are the current stats.."

Carie, flying for Sweetheart Pastries is in the lead..
Kimberly (Ms. Pink Pussy), flying for Pretty on Pink Lingerie is in last place...

Angelica, flying for Bottom's up Beer has been eliminated...
Ivy, flying for Dragen’s Tattoo's has been eliminated...
Megan, flying for TickleTortureClips.com has been eliminated...

"We now move into the final phase of this long event. Here, two women will go head to head on specially designed motorcycles through a long tunnel of traps and jumps. It will be intense, perverted, and humiliating for these poor women. But someone will walk away from this event crowned as a winner. The other will walk away with absolutely nothing..

Stay tuned. This is Al Faction for Channel 67 sports."


-The naked Tunnel- Part Four

Before the race starts, I'd like to draw your attention to the bravest man in show business. As we speak, Jim Regard is sailing his ship towards the location in which poor Emily was seen dragged into the belly of a huge red pirate ship. He has vowed to stop at nothing until she is safe and sound. He felt internally guilty and completely responsible for her tragic ending and wasn't going to sleep another night unless he knew she was okay. The ship cut through the ocean waters like a knife as he searched endlessly for his lost love.

For the race finale, we will be treated to an amazing twenty mile race between two babes on bikes. A pair of identical Harley Davidson Heritage Soft tail Classics were waiting for the women at the mouth of what appeared to be a very long and totally clear tunnel made of fiberglass. Nearly thirteen sets of bleachers were located on either side of the tunnel and held at least 150 people per. There wasn't an empty space in the house.

The bikes appeared normal, but they were far from it. A special and highly perverted surprise awaited the two finalists when the time was right to reveal it.

Kim and Carie were changing into their little outfits when the head of today's event walked into their little private locker room. He was wearing what appeared to be a very expensive suit and had a little group of blondes following him like a school of fish. They walked in with smiles and basically came here to explain the sudden change of rules for the final part of the race...

"Hi Carie! Hello Kimberly! Congratulations for getting to this point in the race." He said with that million dollar smile of his.

They both sort of smiled at him, but fatigue had set in on both of these lovely women at this point. Their makeup was running and their hair was all over the place. They both smelled of body sweat and were covered in little scratches and bruises from the countless trouble they had faced along the way to this point. Putting on a phony act seemed to be the hardest challenge of all as they talked with Mr. Wonderful here.

Kimberly laid back against the soft cushions of the couch and let her ankles rest on the coffee table. Her pretty bare feet and soft wiggling toes faced towards him as he explained the new rules.

"You will both be performing completely nude with a dildo up either your ass or up your vagina for this last segment." He explained without a pause between words.

Their blank faced expressions were worth about a million curse words.

Sadly, he was far from kidding at this point. In fact, this little known fact is what made some of the serious fans forget about the other events and pay the extra fee to see this one. Also, you have to be at least 18 years old to even buy a ticket to this event, and it had nothing to do with the beer they served.

"Fuck that..." Kim said as she crossed her arms.

He suddenly lost that smile of his right quick.

"So you're giving up the race then?" He asked.

She turned to Carie and frowned even deeper. All the bullshit she went through today and she was just going to throw in the towel here and now over a little nudity and a dildo? Nah. Not the head cheerleader of her class. She was a winner, and nothing would stand in her way now.

"Actually, I changed my mind. I'm in." She said with a grin.

He turned to face Carie, and all five of his blondes turned and faced her as well.

"I'm in." She said with a grin.

A smile worth at least a thousand dollars and change said it all as he tipped his hat and turned to leave the room.

"Get totally undressed and step outside when you're ready to begin.."

As he left their room, the women were left feeling sick to their stomachs and horribly violated inside. This was such a miserable way to treat the women after going through the horrors this challenging race had tossed against them. It was like being punished for doing an excellent job so far, and for the first time in this race, Kim and Carie felt closer to each other.

"I can't believe we're doing this.." Carie said as she flopped back down on the sofa in disbelief.

Kim turned her head towards her humbled opponent and scooted a little closer to her.

"With a body like yours, I can't see why you'd be humiliated by this." She said with a little smile.

Carie turned towards her with a horrified look on her face and rolled her eyes.

"Oh gee, now you're trying to come onto me too..." She said as she covered her face with her hand.

"Nothing like that! I'm just used to seeing nice bodies in my line of work, and giving compliments just goes with the territory. Sorry." Kim explained as she laid back into the cushions of the couch.

An uncomfortable silence engulfed the room as the women were caught up in their individual thoughts and fears.


-On the frontline-

In the announcer's booth this time sat two local misfits and all out party animals around these parts, Master Marcus and his loyal slave Melanie. Marcus owned the whorehouse downtown and promoted themselves as the absolute best thing you could do with two hundred dollars an hour. The place sort of looked like an old school western whorehouse mixed with the bondage world from today's realm. For today's final event, he leashed up his head whore and brought her along with him to help with the commentary for this bike race. She was sitting next to him in the booth as he addressed the crowds lining the tunnel for miles and miles.

"Ohhh weee!!! What a crowd! Can't you feel this excitement running through your veins??" He asked his lovely co-host.

"mmm...hhppp.." She moaned through her ball gag. It was wrapped around her head with several thick leather belts and gave her the appearance of some sort of alien from a really bad Sci-Fi movie stinker.

"I agree my love. It is a beautiful day for a bike race." He said, offering his hand for her to nuzzle and adore.

Marcus turned his attention to the cheering audience and started tossing coupons into the hands of many perverted losers as the sounds of the race preparing to begin sounded off in the distance.

"Oh boy! It looks like the show is about to begin! I'm so excited, I feel like whipping myself!" He shouted.

"Mmpphh.." Melanie moaned.

He turned to her and smiled softly.

"That's an excellent point Melanie! I agree that this race will have everything to do with skill and nothing to do with luck." He said in agreement.

Melanie rolled her eyes and felt a few dribbles of drool roll down her chin as she continued to pretend she gave two shits about any of this.
She was in her own personal hell.


But hell couldn't come close to the feelings the panel of Lunatics felt as it came down to the final section of the race. Apparently, the PA announcer failed to mention that if you're racer was eliminated, your services were no longer needed. So as we step back into the room, when find only two members of the seven still sitting with a monitor in front of them. The walls and doors of this enclosed room are covered with thousands of bullet holes and the walls are splattered dark red. Number 13 and Princess Tragic were now the only ones left to play with the racers, and this was their last chance to really give it to them.

The PA system had one final announcement before allowing them to continue.

"The two of you have been saved for reasons beyond my control. I too have my orders, and in this case, the both of you are to be left unharmed despite the outcome of this race. However..." The male voice said sternly.

"Rest assure that once this foolishness is complete, I will put you two through the ringer like never before." He explained with delight.

"And what if we refuse to play along with this crap?" Number 13 asked.

There was no answer to this question at first. The speakers remained silent and the chain guns didn't budge an inch. Princess Tragic was taken with his brave attitude and smiled at her partner.

"You've got quite the set of balls, don't you freak boy..." She said softly.

Suddenly, the sounds of the speakers clicking back on cracked the silence and offered a new voice to his ears...

"Please don't hurt me! Please don't... ohh! Oohhh!! Ooppmmmhh!! Opphhmm!" The terrified female voice shouted.

He immediately recognized that voice.

"You fucking bastArd!!!! Let her go!" Number 13 shouted as his rage consumed his body.

It was that same girl he tried to rescue!! His best friend from High School!!

"She might have a little accident if you decide not to play along." The voice explained in a cold and mindless tone.```````````````````````

So he'd play along after all. The thought of hearing his friend in pain was enough to kill him inside. He wasn't about to lose her again. This wasn't the time to act tough and face his fears. Right now, he was just a puppet.

"If you show me your ultimate tickling skills, then maybe I'll go a little easier on you." The voice said, sending eerie echoes throughout the room.

Princess Tragic and Number 13 decided that these last two racers would have the barn thrown at them. This time, the tickling would be personal.

Very Personal...
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That uncomfortable silence turned into a make-out session as we check back in on Kim and Carie. After the little misunderstanding, they decided to shower together and prepare their heavenly bodies for being totally exposed to the public.

"Want me to lather your back with this sunscreen?" Kim asked as she rubbed some of on herself.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." She said with a smile as she dropped her towel around her ankles.

One thing lead to another and pretty soon both of their bodies were rolling around on the floor in a lotion covered embrace. The lights above cast shimmering reflections against their pretty asses and backs as they rolled around and kissed each other.

They both knew this is what they wanted from the second their eyes met. Neither of the women admitted to being a lesbian, but both didn't argue the idea of being Bi-curious. Plus, the anxiety of the final stage of this race had someone worked them into a sexual frenzy. It was like a hot little pink fire that burned slowly in their panties, and the only way to put a fire like that out is with salvia.

Carie was lying against her belly as Kimberley had her face buried between her legs with an open mouth and a curious pierced tongue. She was kneeling in between Carie with her own rear end up in the air that seemed to be just begging for attention. It was a lovely sight to see...

"Uhh.. uh god... please... please finish me off..." Carie begged.

Kimberley smiled and wiggled her nose softly around her anus.

"Let me go get my strap-on.." She whispered into the cheeks of Carie's soft and lotion covered rear end.

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-Expensive bikes and cheap sex toys-


The race had been stalled as long as it possibly could before fans started throwing their chairs through the walls of that tunnel. I mean, those clips from the previous three events were "Neat and all", but the damned thing was kept running the same shots over and over again! It was like sitting in the movie theater and watching those stupid ads flash against your eyes constantly.

A tarp was used to cover the bikes so they wouldn't get burning hot. After all, two naked butts were about to sit down on these things and prepare to race. Speaking of which, the doors of their trailer were opening as we speak!

"Alright! Looks as though our racers are comin' down to the track! Birthday suits!! Yes!!" Master Marcus shouted as he directed the crowd's attention towards Carie and Kim.

Boy were they naked alright! The two beauties walked side by side and hand in hand as they made their way towards the tunnel.

"Mmpppphhh.." Melanie said nervously as she pointed towards her stomach.

"Oh please! What makes you think those are fake? You're just jealous!" Marcus replied.

"Mmppp mmpphh!! Mmppphh!" Melanie shouted louder.

"Get hamburgers? Now!? Are you out of your mind? The racers are finally coming out to start this thing!" Marcus said to his partner.

She just rolled her eyes and tried to unstrap the crazy, lock riddled contraption wrapped around her skull.

There were cameras lined up at each quarter mile marker inside the tunnel, and at least two set up at every little ramp. The bikes that were set up for this race had top speeds of nearly 145 MPH. This meant that during a straight away, it was possible to reach these speeds without much problem. Well, this entire track was one big straight away! They would be holding that speed for the entire event and at the same time watching out for those little jumps, each other's dirty tricks, and of course those rotten tickling toys installed in those bikes.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to the finalist for this competition, Kimberley Sage and Carie Leigh!" The announcer shouted.

The crowd went wild with applause and cheered on for their favorite racer. Most of them couldn't stand up at the moment, but they had the best of intensions! Two women dressed as biker chicks now directed Carie and Kim towards their bikes. About now, the fun and excitement of this moment for these two racers was about to end abruptly...

The seats of those bikes suddenly pulled back and a circular hole began showing itself. The women watched in confusion as the sound of twirling gears and little armatures filled their curious little ears.

Then it happened....

Like a whale jumping out of the ocean in the distance, two huge pink rubber cocks slowly ascended nearly seven inches into the sky. Like two snakes, these terrifying looking giants jiggled and buzzed every ten seconds. They were dripping with gel and with each vibration, they sent a little splash of the stuff against the leather seats of the bike.

The biker chicks turned to Kim and Carie and offered them a choice..

"The choice of insertion is up to you.." They explained.

Would it be up the rear or up the pussy for the entire race is what they had to try and decide on as the crowds roared with excitement and could barely contain themselves. They both looked disgusted and just fed up with this damned race at this point. Alas, Kim was the first to make a decision.

"I'll offer my ass for this." She said, blowing a kiss to her fans.

Carie watched nervously as she was helped onto the seat. She squealed and whined as that giant slowly worked its way into that tight spot. Look on the bright side, at least she didn't need a safety belt!

"And you my dear?" The leather clad chick asked.

She bit her lip and nervously tried to decide what would be the least uncomfortable.

"I'll have what she's having.." Carie replied.

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Alvin Faction adjusted his collar and quickly wiped the cocaine off his nostrils as the camera was ready to accept him for the last time before this race was over. He was here to give his opinion on the final confrontation and to offer a few inside tips on both of these contenders.

Stat Attack theme music was cued up and he was on!

"Hey there Racing fans, I'm Al Faction with the pre race round up!"

He turned to face the camera on the opposite side of the room and started talking about Carie Leigh and Sweetheart Pastries.

"She's been on top of her game for nearly the entire event. Plus, she has been training on motorcycles since she was sixteen years old. If anyone had a chance at pulling this last portion of the race off successfully, my money would be on this little Sweetheart!"

The image was broken to shattering pieces and replaced with a sexy mug shot of Kimberly a.k.a. Ms. Pink Pussy and Pretty On Pink Lingerie.

"Of course, Ms. Pink Pussy is certainly no rookie to the two wheeled world. She was leading the pack earlier in this race and has many years under her belt as a traffic bike cop in the Solewood Valley interstate highway area. She's strong and plays dirty. Sometimes, she can act as if she's falling in love with her opponents just to soften them up for that deadly and final blow to the head. She is shameless and is very money driven."

Al then returned to face his audience and offer his final say.

"There's no doubt in my mind that these two have been the most talented contenders all through this event. I can't even begin to try and guess who might take the crown home tonight. All I can tell you for sure is this. We are now going to be treated to the best Gosh darn Bike race you'll ever see in your life. Everything has come down to this moment.

There's no turning back now.." Al said as he saw the signal for commercials flashing on his screen.

"For Channel 67 sports news, I'm Al Faction."

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The bikes were ready for take off and the women were ready to cum!! Every time they pushed the petal and gave that bike some gas, that dildo would buzz deep inside them with intensity. It only took a few revs to realize that the fastest they went, the harder that vibrator would work to get them off.

A robot was rolled towards the bikes, equipped with a flag gun and an "I love Sultry Brunettes!" T-shirt.

"Oohhh... oohhh!! OoooOOOoohhh!!" Carie shouted as she was overcome with sexual energy. The first of many orgasms to come I imagine.

The robot raised his arm and pointed that gun towards the sky.

"Ohhh fuck! Ohh.. Oohhh aaaahhh Ooh OOhh!!" Kim jolted her head forward and arched her back as she too was overcome with the intense sensations.

They looked exhausted already with the cheeks of their pretty faces blushed and pink. They both had that sexy look in their eyes and were sweating a little. Those leather seats looked a little wet to say the least...

!!Bam!!

The shot was fired and this race was on!!

Like bullets out of gun, those bikes took off with incredible speed. Climbing from 65 to 85 in the first ten seconds of the race forced the women through another hair rising orgasm as they approached the first quarter mile marker.

A little ramp was set up for anyone foolish to attempt to hit it. The smell of burning gasoline was in the air and neither of the women seemed to be thinking about the fact that their nude bodies were not only anal impaled, but available to the eyes of every pervert around.

"There coming around the first bend now! Isn't this exciting??" Master Marcus asked his now hogtied and ball-gagged Co-host. He had tiny red and blue alligator clips running from his ' Shock Jock Box ' to her soft pink nipples. His question was followed with a little shock from the box, and results were electrifying...

"MmMmMMMMMmMMPPHH!!!!" She leaned forward and howled in agony as her nipples were buzzed.

"I knew you were excited!" He said with a grin, turning the power up a few notches..


Wheel to wheel they went around that bend until a ramp unseen by Ms. Pink Pussy sent her and the bike she was stuck to up into the air! She cried out in shock as she felt that strange sensation in the pit of her tummy. Her eyes widened to the size of softballs as she landed back against the floor and tried holding the bike steady. That heavy thud knocked that butt plug of hers a little deeper...

Carie was having much better luck with her bike. She was avoiding the ramps and her opponent with ease and finesse. The crowd was cheering like the wild animals they were as the big screens did a quick replay of Kimberly's naked leap and her amazing landing. Her butt cheeks jiggled as she pulled back on the throttle and chased Carie like a fox tailing a rabbit. She was actually gaining on her for a few minutes there, but when she noticed that a few panels were starting to open on her bike, she lost all confidence and lowered her speed.

Carie noticed them as well, but wasn't about to slow down. She was on a roll and figured the tickling wouldn't bother her if she didn't let it.

Boy was she ever wrong...


As the bikes topped out at nearly 180 miles per hour, both women went into that strange cone of silence some racers talk about when they've reached such a high speed that everything in their world seems to slow down. Carie was about to avoid a ramp when several when a robotic hand holding what appeared to be another pink dildo came up from between her handle bars and forced the head of this thing into her mouth!

"Ooohhhmmpph!! Mmpphh!!" She shouted with protest as the hand held the toy in her mouth without fail. Luckily she could still see the road, but this was humiliating to say the least. Now, not only was her rear end plugged, but now she had a cock in her mouth! This was like one of those really weird college nights she had experienced a year ago. But never before was it at 180 miles per hour!!

From behind the cheeks of her nude behind, a pair of hands slid out of hidden panels and wiggled their animated fingers as they started approaching the sides of her body. The fingers were lined with feathers and had a built in ticklish spot detector at the tip of each finger. With these little gems, you could tell where your captive was the most ticklish based on the body heat emitted from that spot after a touch, or in our case, a torturous tickling!

The hands slid into place and started in our little sweetheart without so much as a warning taunt. She reacted violently to these actions and actually lost control of her bike for a brief moment.

"MMMMMPPPHH!!!! NOOPPHH!! NO NO NOhahae aehaeammpphh!! No! ppphhmm!!!" She begged and begged as she tried keeping her eyes in front of her again.

Kim noticed her little plaything covered in robotic hands and force-sucking a sex toy as she found an open pocket and snuck up ahead of her. She looked back and blew a kiss as she flew past her and stole the lead. Carie looked so upset, but had a smile across her frowning face that she just couldn't shake off.

The tunnel's end could be seen up ahead and Kim was at least 13 seconds in the lead now. She was feeling fine and flying down that track with ease. Then, things got a little wet and sticky for dear old Ms. Pink Pussy. A panel slid open just behind her pretty ass and a shower head attached to a very long and flexible rod began rising above her. She hadn't seen it yet, or she wouldn't have that confident look on her face as she wiggled around a few of the tire traps set up to slow the bikes down. She was zooming through that tunnel and leaving Carie seconds behind as she howled with laughter and tried desperately to keep control of her speeding bike.

The tickling and the plug up her butt suddenly seduced her into another set of screaming orgasms!

"oOooOOOOOOHHMMMMM!!!!!!" She moaned loudly and drooled all over herself as she hit the high notes with a dildo in her mouth.

Now the tickling was even worse to deal with! Her body had suddenly become ten times more ticklish! Several more hands joined the fun and started tickling her thighs and her wiggling rear end. She seemed to be very ticklish in the lower body area. One hand even lifted her left foot up by the ankle and started tickling the sole of that foot!! The fingers spider walked from the toes down to the heel as her foot squirmed and wiggled to get itself free. She curled her toes and fought hard to sway away from those curious fingers. She was especially ticklish just below her big toe on the right foot. Each time a tip hit that spot, she'd suddenly squeal like a pig and pout even more!! Talk about pressure driving!!


Kim wasn't getting off the hook though. As bad as Carie was getting it right now, she was about get it much worse. The shower head reached the level it was looking for and started curving towards the top of her head. It actually extended past her face and finally got her attention before the pink tickling gel started showering her entire body from chin to hips! It covered her instantly and splattered everywhere in between! Her pubic hair was soaked in the stuff, and it was even dripping from her ears!

"Ohh god!! No!! Not this shit!!" She pleaded as she tried watching the road and swaying back and forth in hopes that the wind would slap some of it off her.

Not a chance...

That stuff worked quickly, and in less then ten seconds, she was starting to feel a crawling and tickling sensation across her skin. It burned and itched a little at first, but as the seconds past, the feelings started to evolve into a torturous tickling!! It finally caught up with her as she was forced to slow the bike down as she tried to catch her breath and recapture her mind...

"OoHAE AHEAE AEH ahehae ahea Shehhea eahea ssssppeeelll... ahehae aehaheaeha aehahea ssshahehaea wait!! weAI AHEHAEHAEA" She was crying!!

The ooze just kept on coming all over Kim despite her constant swaying and screaming. Just behind her bike was Carie, and she was still giving the most uncomfortable blow job in the world as she started gaining on Kim. A few sprinkles of the pink tickling gel splattered the bike's windshield as she inched closer.

Kim was heaving and bawling as Carie came up along side of her. They were both in tears, but Kim looked a thousand times more uncomfortable.


"Carie is gaining on the leader here! The race is up for grabs!!" Master Marcus said as he flipped the switch on a spanking machine set up to turn Melanie's buns red as tomatoes! She was bent over a metal sawhorse against her belly with that pretty ass of hers propped up on a few cushions.
The spanking machine had seven paddles connected to a conveyor belt that just kept on doing their thing.

"Mmmpp!! mmpp!! mmpp!! mmppp!!" She whined impatiently.

Marcus just smiled as he watched the racers go neck and neck into the punishment section of the tunnel.

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The punishment section of this tunnel lived up to its name by firing little nerf balls at fireball speeds at the passing bikers in order to smack them off their bikes. This would surely separate the winner from the loser, if the tickling torture didn't do it first that was! Princess Tragic was really giving poor Carie the bike ride of her life!

She engaged the tickle-robots to increase their speeds and add some hands to get into those areas just above each of her hips.

"NooNOOO!!! AHHA EAHE aheae aehaaha aehaheahehaee stop!! hahea eahehaeha aheahehae" She cried as a few of those nerf balls came zooming inches past her face.

Her terrible reactions brought such joy to the evil Princess as she giggled with delight. She turned to her partner Number 13 and admired the excellent work he was doing. Apparently, he found that the backs of Kim's thighs were by far her worst ticklish spot! She was in hysteria and losing control of that bike faster now.

"AHAHAHA AHAHA AHEAE AEHA ::Snorting:: HAHAHA AEHAHE WAAAAAA!!! AHEHAEHAEHAEA EAHEA AHEAHEHAHEA aheahehah!!" She shouted as loud as she could. Her face was nearly a shade of Humiliation pink at this point!!

A few more of those balls flew past her chin, while a few of them smacked the sides of her bike. She was covered in robotic hands and laughing hysterically as Carie suddenly stole the lead and finally saw the ending to this tunnel up just ahead!!

As miserable as she was from being tickled out of her mind, the relief that this was nearly over gave her the strength to hold onto her composure a little longer.

Then, fate decided to take over.

A nerf ball spewed from the wall mounted launcher and smacked Carie directly in the head. It wasn't enough to knock her out cold, but the shock from the hit was enough to send her on a dizzy nightmare towards the ground as she was flung from the bike (and the butt plug) and was thrown against the ground like a rag doll.

!!Whamm!!! The bike rolled away a few feet and then flipped on its side and slammed hard against the side of the tunnel.

Kim just BARELY missed the wreckage and put her throttle to the max as she flew down the tunnel towards the finish line. Poor Carie was lying on her side in tears, but it had nothing to do with the pain from her fall. She wasn't really that hurt in reality. A few scrapes and bruises here and there, and a very sore rear end. No, the tears were streaming down her face because she knew that was it. She lost. The bike was lying against the floor staring back at her. Mocking her. She failed because of a damn nerf ball. What a damn shame...


"And there she is!! Ms. Pink Pussy for Pretty On Pink Lingerie has done it!! She is the winner!!" Master Marcus shouted as Kim came across the finish line in her gloriously nude form. She was still choking from the laughter and sweating like a pig, but she was a winner. She didn't even look back once and cared little if Carie actually survived that terrible fall or not. It didn't matter now, she had won this thing!

"YEAH BABY!! HELL YEAH!!" Kim shouted to the cheering crowds. A few glamour models brought forth a Gold crown and a pair of diamond covered high heeled pumps. As she was crowned, a group of medical workers rushed into the tunnel to aid and rescue Carie.

The crowd was able to take pictures with the crowned beauty queen and get autographs as the made her way to the stage. Al Faction was waited patiently on stage for the exclusive interview with today's winner.


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{The Missing patient}


The small group of medical workers came to where Carie's bike was laying in mangled, smoke covered mess and started their scan for the possibly hurt racer. Two of them were experienced pros, but the other three were first timers.

"I've got nothing to the north. Got anything on your side Brian?" George called out as he kept walking back and forth.

He was kneeling a few feet from the bike and bared an expression of sheer confusion.

"Nothing..." He replied.

"Well what the fuck?" George said throwing his arms into the air.

The new guys were sort of huddled together in a little group near the bike. George and Brian pulled out their mics and started asking for a playback from the tunnel's third section camera.

"Replay the wreck and then tell me where the driver went." George explained as he paced back and forth.

Then, a wispy voice called out to one of the newbies...

"Hey Tyler..."

Shocked, Tyler quickly spun around behind him. His eyes widened with terror as they locked onto an unsettling image. A man, or at least something in the shape of man was standing against the far wall of the tunnel. His face looked like the skull of a bull and several cigarettes hung lazily from his tar black facial hair covered chin. His skin was as red as Melanie's ass after twenty minutes on the spanking machine. Carie’s naked ass was facing Tyler because this thing had thrown her over his leather jacket covered shoulder.

"She belongs to us now..."

He replied before giving him the finger and then stepping into a small section of the tunnel that was dark orange in color and was emitting a terribly heat.

"Uhh..uh... I.. I..." Tyler started babbling and trying to raise his arm to point as Darwind vanished back to his realm.

The other newbies turned to their friend and tried claming him down. They were patting him on the back and trying to figure out what the hell his problem was. He just couldn't talk!

"uhh... Th... h... I think... I saw..." He mumbled as his face turned a little more pale then usual.

A red hand came back through the split in the realm and offered the middle finger one last time.

"Talk.. and I'll come and get you too Tyler..."

A hideous sounding laughter echoed throughout the tunnel as the hand slithered away again.

That was enough to send him to sleepy land. He passed out almost immediately and fell into the arms of his friends.

But where was Carie now?

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Al Faction was wrapping up the interview with Kim as we speak. She couldn't stop talking about herself and how well she performed out there. She was full of it, and had no problem rubbing it in to the rest of the racers that had come and failed today.

"Well, that's really something Kim. We thank-

"Actually, I wasn't finished with that story Al. I was about to explain how I knew that the boat race was really my time to shine and step out as a champion. I knew from that moment that I was going to win this whole thing!" She gloated shamelessly.

Al sort of smiled politely and listened in as she continued her story.


The FINAL STATS:

Kim, driving for Pretty On Pink Lingerie won Part four and therefore won the entire event!
Carie, driving for Sweetheart Pastries was eliminated from the race....

The race was over and a new winner was crowned!!!!!

------------The Race was over,

But the search was hardly over for Jim as he continued searching that spot where Emily was last seen before being swallowed into the belly of a strange Pirate ship. He stood on the deck of his expensive ship and kept scanning the waters with his powerful binoculars. The sun was burning his skin and he was sweating all over himself. It didn't matter to him if his skin was on fire or if he hadn't even bothered bringing a few bottles of water in his little fridge for this damsel in distress saving expedition. Nothing mattered now except for the safety of his dear Emily.

He pulled the Binoculars down and shouted out to the distance.

"E M I L Y!!!!" He screamed in his booming radio voice.

Nothing...

He wasn't going to give up though. Never! He again lifted the binoculars to his face and scanned the area. Something shiny in the distance caught his eye suddenly! He felt himself get excited with hope that maybe he had found her!

"E M I L Y??" He shouted as he adjusted the zoom on his binoculars.

When he looked again, the giant metal claw landed on his boat and ripped into the side good enough to get one hell of a grip. He tossed the binoculars over the edge and tried jumping out of the ship before it was retracted into the belly of that nasty pirate ship in the far, far distance.

He would soon be reunited with his lost love, but he'd do it in with his penis encased in a small wire cage and his head locked into a ball gag harness. They would make the perfect entertainment for Captain Kruel and his wife for the evening....

I hope you enjoyed the ride.... Now please wait until the cart has come to a complete stop, put your shoes and socks back on, and get the hell out of my head...

* End of Transmission

Special Guests:

Captain Kruel, the ship, and his wife appear courtesy of "Troubled Waters"
Darwind appears courtesy of "The Pink Booth"
Eve appears courtesy of "New Year's Eve & Inside Job"
Number 13 and the PA system appear courtesy of "Behind the Pink Door"
Princess Tragic appears courtesy of "Little Red Running Hood"
Paxter Industries and his tickling toys appears courtesy of “A Babe In Toyland”

TickleTortureClips.com was used with permission

A special thanks to Captain Socks! Thanks for all the support Broham!

 

[Tickleslave07]

Wow Long story is right

Great job Wow took me two day to read it but wow awsome job dude.

Tickleslave07

 

[Invisible Ink]

Thanks!

Great job Wow took me two day to read it but wow awsome job dude.

Tickleslave07

You're the coolest man, thank you SO MUCH for your support! You have no idea what your comments mean to me!

A two day read?! Man! That's quick! It took like, almost a month to write the damn thing!

Thanks again!