I try not to be political; in fact, I don't even live in the US. The aftermath of the Jan. 6 Hearings, however, provide a background potential to stories. Also, I find that both Cassidy Hutchison and Sarah Matthews very attractive, so I figured a story like this was due.
I do like build up in tickling stories. I know some aren't as fond of that, so look to the set of asterisks ****** to go straight to the tickling.
Here's Part One:
Cassidy Hutchison was walking away after another successful book signing of her memoir Enough. She was complemented on her courage in the aftermath of the Jan. 6 Hearings, and she was pleased with the reception she was getting. As the evening was pleasant, she decided to walk to her hotel. The sidewalk clicked as her high heels pounded the pavement, while the black pants neatly and comfortably wrapped her legs moving in her leisurely gait. The breeze gently played with her white blazer as she wore an outfit similar to the one she had as she testified. Life was good, and her courage was lauded during the entire circuit of her book tour. Life was good, and her hard choice was paying off.
As she returned to her hotel room, she pondered where her book tour would take her next. She knew she would have a few days off before going from NYC to her next destination in Boston. Perhaps she should visit her home state of New Jersey for a few days? As she opened the door to her hotel room and flipped the switch to turn on the lights, the lights stayed off. Perplexed, she continued to play with the switch, unaware of a masked figure in the dark silently approaching her. Her instinct alerted her to the intruder, but immediately a cloth with chloroform covered her mouth that muffled her scream and eventually took away to unconsciousness.
Cassidy slowly awoke, and as her level alertness returned, she realized her predicament. She was blindfolded and gagged, her hands bound behind her back and her feet tied together. She was clearly in a van on a mattress going only God knew where. She heard some female voices quietly whispering in the front, and the grunt-assents from most likely some men near her. As Cassidy stirred, the attention of the people in the van turned to her. "Ah, the little traitor is awake." The voice sounded familiar...could it be...no, it couldn't...it can't be. Cassidy's helpless muffled syllables impeded by her gag were ignored as the van continued to its destination.
The van finally stopped, and Cassidy was lifted by two men whose strength made her struggles pointless. She entered what she could only guess was an empty room. Another female voice walked up to her and whispered "We're taking the gag out. Don't bother screaming because we're the only ones here." The echoing sound confirmed the claim to Cassidy, who decided to say nothing as the gag was removed. As her mouth recovered from the gag, and Cassidy licked her lips to combat the dryness, her mind focused on the second woman's voice. I recognize that voice too. That can't be...she can't be involved in this, can she? Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her hands and feet unbound. The strong grip of the men flanking her made this temporary sense of freedom moot, as she felt her white blazer yanked off her shoulders, leaving her with the black sleeveless camisole top. She was dragged across the floor and thrown on what she felt was a mattress and pinned down roughly, making her struggles useless. Blindfolded, she could only feel as the strong hands of the first man lift her hands above her head while she heard one of the women giggle evilly. Cassidy turned to the source of that giggle as the woman wrapped a bondage strap snuggly around her wrist. The giggle on the other side grabbed Cassidy's attention as the other woman wrapped another bondage strap around her other wrist. She felt the man lift her bound wrists even higher above her head as she heard them bound to a metal frame. They're tying me to a bed, Cassidy thought. Her thought was interrupted as she felt her ankles dragged roughly down as the process was repeated with her feet. She then felt her high heels removed, leaving her feet bare as she felt the cooler air caress her soles. She found herself stretched out on this bed, and her vulnerable situation was only made worse by the fact that she couldn't see anything.
"What do you want with me!" Cassidy finally found her voice mixed with defiance and fear. "Let me go!"
"What do we want? After what you have been doing? Testify against us, did you? Now, we want you to stop with these lies you've been spreading with that trash book of yours. We want you to retract everything. We want you to go on the fake news and say everything you said and wrote has been a lie."
"I'm never doing that! Everything I said is 100% true! There's nothing you can do that will change my mind!"
"Oh really?" The woman sneered. "Nothing?"
That last sneer made recognition in Cassidy's mind click. That sneer was unmistakeable. Lauren Boebert!
"Lauren Boebert! I know that's you!"
The other woman cackled. "She recognized you! I figured she would."
"Oh shut up, Marjorie." Marjorie! Cassidy realized who the other woman was.
"Marjorie Taylor Greene! You're here too!"
She could sense that both renegade congresswomen were frustrated at being recognized. She heard MTG's voice head toward the foot of the bed.
"You think you're so smart? Fine, be smart. Do what Lauren told you to do. Deny everything you've said on that stupid tour of yours."
"Never!"
She could feel MTG's evil in her voice as she said "I have ways to persuade you, Cassidy. You don't want me to resort to this."
Cassidy felt a chill go up her spine, but her courage came back to her as she said with all the defiance she could muster. "Do your worst, you unintelligent poor excuse of a pseudo-legislative politico. Or are you too stupid to understand the big words I just said?" Cassidy smirked as she said this. Her moment of triumph would be short lived.
I do like build up in tickling stories. I know some aren't as fond of that, so look to the set of asterisks ****** to go straight to the tickling.
Here's Part One:
Cassidy Hutchison was walking away after another successful book signing of her memoir Enough. She was complemented on her courage in the aftermath of the Jan. 6 Hearings, and she was pleased with the reception she was getting. As the evening was pleasant, she decided to walk to her hotel. The sidewalk clicked as her high heels pounded the pavement, while the black pants neatly and comfortably wrapped her legs moving in her leisurely gait. The breeze gently played with her white blazer as she wore an outfit similar to the one she had as she testified. Life was good, and her courage was lauded during the entire circuit of her book tour. Life was good, and her hard choice was paying off.
As she returned to her hotel room, she pondered where her book tour would take her next. She knew she would have a few days off before going from NYC to her next destination in Boston. Perhaps she should visit her home state of New Jersey for a few days? As she opened the door to her hotel room and flipped the switch to turn on the lights, the lights stayed off. Perplexed, she continued to play with the switch, unaware of a masked figure in the dark silently approaching her. Her instinct alerted her to the intruder, but immediately a cloth with chloroform covered her mouth that muffled her scream and eventually took away to unconsciousness.
Cassidy slowly awoke, and as her level alertness returned, she realized her predicament. She was blindfolded and gagged, her hands bound behind her back and her feet tied together. She was clearly in a van on a mattress going only God knew where. She heard some female voices quietly whispering in the front, and the grunt-assents from most likely some men near her. As Cassidy stirred, the attention of the people in the van turned to her. "Ah, the little traitor is awake." The voice sounded familiar...could it be...no, it couldn't...it can't be. Cassidy's helpless muffled syllables impeded by her gag were ignored as the van continued to its destination.
The van finally stopped, and Cassidy was lifted by two men whose strength made her struggles pointless. She entered what she could only guess was an empty room. Another female voice walked up to her and whispered "We're taking the gag out. Don't bother screaming because we're the only ones here." The echoing sound confirmed the claim to Cassidy, who decided to say nothing as the gag was removed. As her mouth recovered from the gag, and Cassidy licked her lips to combat the dryness, her mind focused on the second woman's voice. I recognize that voice too. That can't be...she can't be involved in this, can she? Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her hands and feet unbound. The strong grip of the men flanking her made this temporary sense of freedom moot, as she felt her white blazer yanked off her shoulders, leaving her with the black sleeveless camisole top. She was dragged across the floor and thrown on what she felt was a mattress and pinned down roughly, making her struggles useless. Blindfolded, she could only feel as the strong hands of the first man lift her hands above her head while she heard one of the women giggle evilly. Cassidy turned to the source of that giggle as the woman wrapped a bondage strap snuggly around her wrist. The giggle on the other side grabbed Cassidy's attention as the other woman wrapped another bondage strap around her other wrist. She felt the man lift her bound wrists even higher above her head as she heard them bound to a metal frame. They're tying me to a bed, Cassidy thought. Her thought was interrupted as she felt her ankles dragged roughly down as the process was repeated with her feet. She then felt her high heels removed, leaving her feet bare as she felt the cooler air caress her soles. She found herself stretched out on this bed, and her vulnerable situation was only made worse by the fact that she couldn't see anything.
"What do you want with me!" Cassidy finally found her voice mixed with defiance and fear. "Let me go!"
"What do we want? After what you have been doing? Testify against us, did you? Now, we want you to stop with these lies you've been spreading with that trash book of yours. We want you to retract everything. We want you to go on the fake news and say everything you said and wrote has been a lie."
"I'm never doing that! Everything I said is 100% true! There's nothing you can do that will change my mind!"
"Oh really?" The woman sneered. "Nothing?"
That last sneer made recognition in Cassidy's mind click. That sneer was unmistakeable. Lauren Boebert!
"Lauren Boebert! I know that's you!"
The other woman cackled. "She recognized you! I figured she would."
"Oh shut up, Marjorie." Marjorie! Cassidy realized who the other woman was.
"Marjorie Taylor Greene! You're here too!"
She could sense that both renegade congresswomen were frustrated at being recognized. She heard MTG's voice head toward the foot of the bed.
"You think you're so smart? Fine, be smart. Do what Lauren told you to do. Deny everything you've said on that stupid tour of yours."
"Never!"
She could feel MTG's evil in her voice as she said "I have ways to persuade you, Cassidy. You don't want me to resort to this."
Cassidy felt a chill go up her spine, but her courage came back to her as she said with all the defiance she could muster. "Do your worst, you unintelligent poor excuse of a pseudo-legislative politico. Or are you too stupid to understand the big words I just said?" Cassidy smirked as she said this. Her moment of triumph would be short lived.
*******
"Fine, you want to be smart? How's this for smart. Did you know that the bottom of your feet have thousands of nerve endings? Do you know how I can take advantage of that?"
Cassidy was momentarily confused by this, but the confusion was dispelled once she felt Marjorie's fingernails slowly give a few strokes on the soles of her right foot. Cassidy let out a loud gasp that was immediately followed by a loud squeal.
"No! No no no no no! Don't do that! Please!"
"What's the matter, Cassidy? Are you ticklish?" Lauren asked her from her place at the top of the bed.
"Yes! I'm deathly ticklish! Please don't do this!"
"Then retract your lies."
"They're not lies. It's all the truth! It's something you lot are allergic to!"
"She's stubborn, Marje. Let her have it."
"Nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo--ahhahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Those were the only words Cassidy could manage as Marjorie gave her right foot repeated strokes. She started on the middle of her sole, alternating with slow dragging with one of her nails and switching to a quick scribbling of all five of her fingernails as her left hand kept Cassidy's foot in place.
"Stoooooopppppppp! Please hahahahahahahaha...I can't take it! Hahahahahahaha!"
"This is what you get for testifying against us! You traitor! You want this tickling to stop? Then do what we tell you!"
"Neverrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaahahahahahahahah! Nooooooo!"Cassidy's laughter continued as Marjorie switched to a different tactic, as she simultaneously tickled Cassidy's heel with one hand and the base of her toes with the other. "Aaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha! Stop! Have meeeeeerrrrrrccyyyyy!"
"Retract your lies!"
"Nooooooooooaaaahahahahahaha! I'll....ahahahahaha...never....ahahahahahaha...retraaaaahhahahahahact!"
As she cackled, Cassidy sensed Lauren leaving her post and joining Marjorie at the foot of the bed. Cassidy knew what was coming.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! No, Lauren! Ahahahahahahahaha. Don't you daaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha!" The word "dare" never came out of Cassidy's mouth because Lauren started tickling her left foot. She didn't bother with the slower methods Majorie employed, instead using both her hand and quickly scribbling all her fingers all over Cassidy's foot, going from heel, to sole, to base of toes, and even between her toes. With both women tickling both her feet, Cassidy could do nothing but laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Pleeeeeeease stttttttoooooppp! I can't take it! Hahahahahahahahahahahaaha!"
"You know what, Lauren? This little liar has just given us attitude. She knows what we want, and she refuses. Let's just punish her!"
"Gladly!"
Cassidy barely heard what they said because all she could sense was the relentless tickling on her feet. She felt the scribbling on her soles from Marjorie. She felt Lauren spreading her toes and tickling between them. She could feel the twenty fingernails sharpened at a salon, probably at taxpayers' expense. She also realized that her truth and reputation was at stake, so all she could do was struggle in her bonds, her laughter mixing with the sweat seeping into her blindfold.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! You b*tches! Stop tickling me! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Ooh, the good girl said a bad word, Lauren. She needs to be punished more."
Cassidy didn't think it was possible, but the intensity of the tickling she felt only amplified.
"NNNnooooooooooooooooo! Hahahahaha!" Cassidy didn't know how long she could take the tickling as her cackling continued. All of a sudden, it stopped. It was almost incompressible as Cassidy struggled to catch her breath. Her tortured feet sagged as they enjoyed their reprieve. Cassidy sank her head into the cushion as she felt the sweat being absorbed by her sleeveless camisole. Small droplets of perspiration started to gather under her arms and on her throat and chest. Her brown hair coifed for her book signing was now in disarray matted down against her forehead with more perspiration. As her breathing returned to normal, she almost forgot that her tormentors were nearby....almost.
"Hey Marje. Look at what a mess we made her. I have to admit, she's tougher than we thought."
"I know. I'm a bit annoyed."
Cassidy sensed their frustration and decided to press. "Are you two anti-democracy idiots done now? Fun's over. You can't fight the truth. Now let me go!" As soon as she said this, Cassidy realized that she overdid it with her boldness. She was still blindfolded and bound spread eagle on a bed. That realization would be brought into focus much to her great regret.
"She really is a defiant bitch, Marje. I know what will break her." Cassidy felt Lauren approach her face. "My ex Jayson used to do this to me, and I hated it. I'm pretty sure she can't take this."
Cassidy did not know what to expect, but realization dawned when she felt Lauren's fingertips trace a line starting from her elbow slowly down the inside of her bicep. Oh no! She wouldn't!
"Jayson would pin me down and do this to me. He would get me to do anything he wanted me to by doing this. It's one of the reasons I divorced him, but at least I learned that I can give as well as I got. "
Lauren's fingertips slowly but surely trace their diabolical journey down her arm that shook as she felt those nails slowly approach the one part of her body that Cassidy did not want the congresswoman to access: her underarms. Cassidy's panic mounted exponentially.
"Lauren! No! Please don't do this! Nooo..." Cassidy's voice started to quiver. "Please! Not there! Anywhere but there! My underarms are my most ticklish spot! Please no!"
She could feel Lauren grin as her fingertips approached her armpits. "Please! No! No! Nooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha!"
Cassidy's words melted into a shriek of laughter as Lauren slowly tickled Cassidy in her sensitive underarms. Her fingertips gave a steady series of methodical strokes. The tickling on Cassidy's feet had made her armpits freely sweat during the previous ordeal, and the perspiration that remained gave Cassidy's armpits a lotion-like feel that allowed Lauren's fingernails extract the maximum sensitivity and the maximum ticklish agony for the young former White House aide.
"Hahahahahhahahahahahaha! Lauren! Not my armpits! Please, nooooooootahahahahhahahahahaha! Not myahahahahahahahahahahaha! Pleaaaaaaaase! Not my aaaaaaaarmpiiiiiihhihihihihihihihits! I can't take iiiiiiiiiiiiittttaahahahahahahaha!"
"It's up to you. Retract everything! Then your torture will stop!"
"Never! Hahahahahahahahaha! Democracy and Truth! Hahahahahahahahahha!"
"You really are stubborn!" Lauren said as she intensified her tickling on Cassidy's sensitive underarms.
"Go to hell!" Cassidy managed to shout in between her desperate laughter. "Hahahahahaha! You....ahahahahahahahaha....may haaaaaate....ahahahahahahah...democraaahahahahacy....ahahahahahahah, but I love the USAaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahah! Screw you boooth! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Cassidy's defianced suddenly melted into a shriek of ticklish cackling as Marjorie started tickling her other armpit.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHA! Not both armpits! Pleeeeeease noooooooo!"
Cassidy felt her sanity leave. Marjorie drilled her fingers into the hollows of the deep pocket of her armpit, and then she circled around the perimeter of her armpit lightly only to return to drilling the hollows again.
"No! Hahahahahaha! Stooooop!"
Meanwhile, Lauren focused on the mound in the centre of Cassidy's armpit. The sweat continued to come to her skin's surface, and Lauren used Cassidy's natural perspiration as a lubricant which intensified the ticklish sensations on the smooth mound where the hair would have grown. The physiology of her suffering was beyond Cassidy's perspective, though. All she could understand was the relentless tickling on her armpits by two motivated political opponents.
"Not there! I can't take it! No! Hahahahahaha!"
"Will you retract, you little traitor?"
"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Never! Ahahahahahahahaha!"
"Fine! You won't retract your lies! Then just lie there and suffer!"
The tickling under her arms was relentless. Where once Cassidy struggled mightily in her bonds when these two congressional renegades tickled her feet, Cassidy could no longer struggle against the prodding and stroking of her ticklish armpits. Her struggles gradually stopped, and all she could so is lie on this bed with her wrists bound above her head as she tilted her head back and the tormented giggles bubbled through her. She didn't even have the energy to move her hands and feet. Her blindfolded eyes only served to heighten her sense of touch as the twenty fingers continued to torture her. All she could do is lie there and laugh.
"Hahahahahhaahahahahaha! Stop! Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Please! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Cassidy did not know how long her tickle torture lasted. Her nerves were on high alert while her energy sapped. Her entire being was melted into the feeling of the relentless tickling under her arms. The only thing she could understand was when the tickling finally stopped. Somehow, in spite of the tickle torture she received, she held out and remained true to her beliefs. She lay there on the bed, a disheveled and sweaty mess, but she refused to yield to what she considered the worst kind of member of Congress. Her triumph, in spite of her suffering and exhaustion, was reinforced by Lauren and Marjorie's frustration.
"I can't believe we didn't break her."
"We can try again."
Suddenly, Cassidy could hear the door open again. She could hear Lauren's voice go from frustration to glee.
"Oh, they brought her. We can give this bitch Cassidy a break. I'm pretty sure this other one won't last as long."
Marjorie went over to Cassidy and yanked off her blindfold. "We want you to see this. Don't think we won't go back to tickling you. For now, we think we can get what we want from this one."
As Cassidy blinked, and her eyes got used to the light, she saw to what MTG was referring. Carried into the room as she once was by two burly men in MAGA hats-- blindfolded, gagged, and bound and foot--was a woman that Cassidy also recognized. It was Sarah Matthews, a former deputy press secretary of the White House who also testified. As Cassidy saw the MAGA men do to Sarah as they earlier did to Cassidy, as Sarah whimpered as Cassidy did, the young brunette who endured an extensive tickle torture saw the young blonde about to endure a tickle torture of her own. As both Lauren and Marjorie traded frustrated looks for predatory anticipation while Sarah was about to be bound on another bed, Cassidy wondered if Sarah could hold out.
I hope you liked it. I'll work on Part 2 in the near future in this thread. Pictures of Cassidy Hutchison are not that available , so this is the closest thing I could find. I also have a picture of Sarah Matthews in anticipation of Part 2.
Cassidy was momentarily confused by this, but the confusion was dispelled once she felt Marjorie's fingernails slowly give a few strokes on the soles of her right foot. Cassidy let out a loud gasp that was immediately followed by a loud squeal.
"No! No no no no no! Don't do that! Please!"
"What's the matter, Cassidy? Are you ticklish?" Lauren asked her from her place at the top of the bed.
"Yes! I'm deathly ticklish! Please don't do this!"
"Then retract your lies."
"They're not lies. It's all the truth! It's something you lot are allergic to!"
"She's stubborn, Marje. Let her have it."
"Nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo--ahhahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Those were the only words Cassidy could manage as Marjorie gave her right foot repeated strokes. She started on the middle of her sole, alternating with slow dragging with one of her nails and switching to a quick scribbling of all five of her fingernails as her left hand kept Cassidy's foot in place.
"Stoooooopppppppp! Please hahahahahahahaha...I can't take it! Hahahahahahaha!"
"This is what you get for testifying against us! You traitor! You want this tickling to stop? Then do what we tell you!"
"Neverrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaahahahahahahahah! Nooooooo!"Cassidy's laughter continued as Marjorie switched to a different tactic, as she simultaneously tickled Cassidy's heel with one hand and the base of her toes with the other. "Aaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha! Stop! Have meeeeeerrrrrrccyyyyy!"
"Retract your lies!"
"Nooooooooooaaaahahahahahaha! I'll....ahahahahaha...never....ahahahahahaha...retraaaaahhahahahahact!"
As she cackled, Cassidy sensed Lauren leaving her post and joining Marjorie at the foot of the bed. Cassidy knew what was coming.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! No, Lauren! Ahahahahahahahaha. Don't you daaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaha!" The word "dare" never came out of Cassidy's mouth because Lauren started tickling her left foot. She didn't bother with the slower methods Majorie employed, instead using both her hand and quickly scribbling all her fingers all over Cassidy's foot, going from heel, to sole, to base of toes, and even between her toes. With both women tickling both her feet, Cassidy could do nothing but laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Pleeeeeeease stttttttoooooppp! I can't take it! Hahahahahahahahahahahaaha!"
"You know what, Lauren? This little liar has just given us attitude. She knows what we want, and she refuses. Let's just punish her!"
"Gladly!"
Cassidy barely heard what they said because all she could sense was the relentless tickling on her feet. She felt the scribbling on her soles from Marjorie. She felt Lauren spreading her toes and tickling between them. She could feel the twenty fingernails sharpened at a salon, probably at taxpayers' expense. She also realized that her truth and reputation was at stake, so all she could do was struggle in her bonds, her laughter mixing with the sweat seeping into her blindfold.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! You b*tches! Stop tickling me! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Ooh, the good girl said a bad word, Lauren. She needs to be punished more."
Cassidy didn't think it was possible, but the intensity of the tickling she felt only amplified.
"NNNnooooooooooooooooo! Hahahahaha!" Cassidy didn't know how long she could take the tickling as her cackling continued. All of a sudden, it stopped. It was almost incompressible as Cassidy struggled to catch her breath. Her tortured feet sagged as they enjoyed their reprieve. Cassidy sank her head into the cushion as she felt the sweat being absorbed by her sleeveless camisole. Small droplets of perspiration started to gather under her arms and on her throat and chest. Her brown hair coifed for her book signing was now in disarray matted down against her forehead with more perspiration. As her breathing returned to normal, she almost forgot that her tormentors were nearby....almost.
"Hey Marje. Look at what a mess we made her. I have to admit, she's tougher than we thought."
"I know. I'm a bit annoyed."
Cassidy sensed their frustration and decided to press. "Are you two anti-democracy idiots done now? Fun's over. You can't fight the truth. Now let me go!" As soon as she said this, Cassidy realized that she overdid it with her boldness. She was still blindfolded and bound spread eagle on a bed. That realization would be brought into focus much to her great regret.
"She really is a defiant bitch, Marje. I know what will break her." Cassidy felt Lauren approach her face. "My ex Jayson used to do this to me, and I hated it. I'm pretty sure she can't take this."
Cassidy did not know what to expect, but realization dawned when she felt Lauren's fingertips trace a line starting from her elbow slowly down the inside of her bicep. Oh no! She wouldn't!
"Jayson would pin me down and do this to me. He would get me to do anything he wanted me to by doing this. It's one of the reasons I divorced him, but at least I learned that I can give as well as I got. "
Lauren's fingertips slowly but surely trace their diabolical journey down her arm that shook as she felt those nails slowly approach the one part of her body that Cassidy did not want the congresswoman to access: her underarms. Cassidy's panic mounted exponentially.
"Lauren! No! Please don't do this! Nooo..." Cassidy's voice started to quiver. "Please! Not there! Anywhere but there! My underarms are my most ticklish spot! Please no!"
She could feel Lauren grin as her fingertips approached her armpits. "Please! No! No! Nooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha!"
Cassidy's words melted into a shriek of laughter as Lauren slowly tickled Cassidy in her sensitive underarms. Her fingertips gave a steady series of methodical strokes. The tickling on Cassidy's feet had made her armpits freely sweat during the previous ordeal, and the perspiration that remained gave Cassidy's armpits a lotion-like feel that allowed Lauren's fingernails extract the maximum sensitivity and the maximum ticklish agony for the young former White House aide.
"Hahahahahhahahahahahaha! Lauren! Not my armpits! Please, nooooooootahahahahhahahahahaha! Not myahahahahahahahahahahaha! Pleaaaaaaaase! Not my aaaaaaaarmpiiiiiihhihihihihihihihits! I can't take iiiiiiiiiiiiittttaahahahahahahaha!"
"It's up to you. Retract everything! Then your torture will stop!"
"Never! Hahahahahahahahaha! Democracy and Truth! Hahahahahahahahahha!"
"You really are stubborn!" Lauren said as she intensified her tickling on Cassidy's sensitive underarms.
"Go to hell!" Cassidy managed to shout in between her desperate laughter. "Hahahahahaha! You....ahahahahahahahaha....may haaaaaate....ahahahahahahah...democraaahahahahacy....ahahahahahahah, but I love the USAaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahah! Screw you boooth! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Cassidy's defianced suddenly melted into a shriek of ticklish cackling as Marjorie started tickling her other armpit.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHA! Not both armpits! Pleeeeeease noooooooo!"
Cassidy felt her sanity leave. Marjorie drilled her fingers into the hollows of the deep pocket of her armpit, and then she circled around the perimeter of her armpit lightly only to return to drilling the hollows again.
"No! Hahahahahaha! Stooooop!"
Meanwhile, Lauren focused on the mound in the centre of Cassidy's armpit. The sweat continued to come to her skin's surface, and Lauren used Cassidy's natural perspiration as a lubricant which intensified the ticklish sensations on the smooth mound where the hair would have grown. The physiology of her suffering was beyond Cassidy's perspective, though. All she could understand was the relentless tickling on her armpits by two motivated political opponents.
"Not there! I can't take it! No! Hahahahahaha!"
"Will you retract, you little traitor?"
"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Never! Ahahahahahahahaha!"
"Fine! You won't retract your lies! Then just lie there and suffer!"
The tickling under her arms was relentless. Where once Cassidy struggled mightily in her bonds when these two congressional renegades tickled her feet, Cassidy could no longer struggle against the prodding and stroking of her ticklish armpits. Her struggles gradually stopped, and all she could so is lie on this bed with her wrists bound above her head as she tilted her head back and the tormented giggles bubbled through her. She didn't even have the energy to move her hands and feet. Her blindfolded eyes only served to heighten her sense of touch as the twenty fingers continued to torture her. All she could do is lie there and laugh.
"Hahahahahhaahahahahaha! Stop! Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Please! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Cassidy did not know how long her tickle torture lasted. Her nerves were on high alert while her energy sapped. Her entire being was melted into the feeling of the relentless tickling under her arms. The only thing she could understand was when the tickling finally stopped. Somehow, in spite of the tickle torture she received, she held out and remained true to her beliefs. She lay there on the bed, a disheveled and sweaty mess, but she refused to yield to what she considered the worst kind of member of Congress. Her triumph, in spite of her suffering and exhaustion, was reinforced by Lauren and Marjorie's frustration.
"I can't believe we didn't break her."
"We can try again."
Suddenly, Cassidy could hear the door open again. She could hear Lauren's voice go from frustration to glee.
"Oh, they brought her. We can give this bitch Cassidy a break. I'm pretty sure this other one won't last as long."
Marjorie went over to Cassidy and yanked off her blindfold. "We want you to see this. Don't think we won't go back to tickling you. For now, we think we can get what we want from this one."
As Cassidy blinked, and her eyes got used to the light, she saw to what MTG was referring. Carried into the room as she once was by two burly men in MAGA hats-- blindfolded, gagged, and bound and foot--was a woman that Cassidy also recognized. It was Sarah Matthews, a former deputy press secretary of the White House who also testified. As Cassidy saw the MAGA men do to Sarah as they earlier did to Cassidy, as Sarah whimpered as Cassidy did, the young brunette who endured an extensive tickle torture saw the young blonde about to endure a tickle torture of her own. As both Lauren and Marjorie traded frustrated looks for predatory anticipation while Sarah was about to be bound on another bed, Cassidy wondered if Sarah could hold out.
I hope you liked it. I'll work on Part 2 in the near future in this thread. Pictures of Cassidy Hutchison are not that available , so this is the closest thing I could find. I also have a picture of Sarah Matthews in anticipation of Part 2.
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