Author's Note: Those of us who have Comcast cable as our cable carrier have probably seen the ravishing news interviewer Jill Horner.
Comcast news interviewer Jill Horner woke up dazed. She had no recollection of the events leading up to her current circumstance, but the circumstance was dire indeed.
Trying to collect herself, the redheaded beauty saw that she was in a dingy room, in a seedy building. As it turned out, the interviewer had been hit on the head, abducted, and taken to an abandoned location, in a very dangerous neighborhood of Philadelphia.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I!?". Jill screamed into the darkness.
Suddenly a door burst open, and four large, shadowy figures entered the room. Three tall men, and a woman.
"Ah, the bitch awakens" One of the men said.
Jill tried to calmly talk her way out of the situation: "Look, if you want money. You can just take whatever I have. I promise I wont tell anyone about this" Jill started.
One of the guys smiled broadly: "That's not going to cut it. We already have your purse, bitch, but we want more". The man began.
Jill's heart went to her feet, fearing she was going to be raped. She took a deep breath, and said. "I can get you more money. Whatever you want, its yours. " She said.
The woman who had entered the room, pulled Jill's long red hair, and put her face to Jill"s: "What we want, you stupid bitch.. is to know who and where the source is, of the story you're going to do, that might lead to a very big drug bust, and is going to make us and our friends look very, very bad. If you dont tell us.. welll... " The woman said, with an evil laugh.
Jill closed her eyes: She DID have information that she was going to report, which was probably going to lead to multiple arrests, in a drug ring in Philadelphia. It was an exclusive story, and not even Philadelphia's leading news team, WPVI, knew about it yet. The story could catupult her to national anchor desk status. Yet, if she revealed the source, and anyone found out, her career as an anchor would be finished.
"I cant reveal that information. I could lose my job. I'll be finished in news. Please understand. I just cant" Jill implored.
"You WILL talk, woman. I guarantee that. We could hurt you, but, I have another ingenious idea". One of the male captors said.
The captors dragged Jill to a nearby bed, and with weapons drawn, instructed her to lie on it. "Strip naked, and lie on ther bed".
Jill had nowhere to go, so she did as she was told. She took off all her clothes, as well as her shoes and socks, and lied down, naked, on the nearby bed. She accepted that before that night was over, she was probably going to be sexually assaulted, perhaps multiple times. At that point, she just wanted to escape alive.
"Okay, I know what's going to happen next. I wont resist. You can do whatever you want to me, just please dont hurt me" Jill said, resigned to her fate.
"You DO NOT know what is going to happen next, you snotnose. You probably think we're going to rape you, and beat you up, to make you talk. No. If we do that, you have evidence. I told you we have ways of making you talk, and we dont have to hurt you to do it. Are you.. ticklish.. Jill?" One captor said, running his finger quickly under Jill's pit.
Jill swallowed hard. She was EXTREMELY ticklish! In fact, if any of her boyfriends or family members tickled her, she erupted in screams and laughter, and begged and demanded them to stop. Most times, it made her wet her panties.
"Ticklish? You dont have to do that. We can work something out" Jill said.
One of the males began running and rubbing his fingers in spider motions around Jill's neck: "Source, Jill, what is it!?" he said. Jill's head shook from side to side, and the giggles began to erupt from her. HHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEASE NO TICKLING! STAPPP THAT! TICKLING DRIVES ME INSANE! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Jill pleaded, her giggles beginning to fill the room.
Jill had not told her captors the information they wanted to know.. so.. another of the men joined in. "Oooh, little Jill is a bit ticklish, isnt she? Tell us the source and we'll end this little tickle. If not.. well.. we can be here for a while". The second man ran his fingers in cirlcles around Jill's pits, as her squeals and screams increased:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO! IM SOO TICKLISH! I CANT STAND IT! PLEASE STAPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Two of the men surrounded Jill. One ran his fingers over her breasts, and one of her nipples, while the other ran a pen over her other breast and nipple. Jill's vagina began to feel wet, and she erupted with not urine, but an orgasm, on the bed, as she screamed and begged for mercy! "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THIS IS THE WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE! NO ONE HAS EVER TICKLED MY BOOBS BEFORE! YOU';RE DRIVING ME OUT OF MY WITS! HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE STAPPP! NO NO! NOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
As two of the captors tickled Jill's thighs, knees, and near her vagina, Jill tried to jerk her legs. She orgasmed again, as they got near her vagina, but didnt intentionally tickle it. The tickling in that area, drove her beserk, and she nearly lost it:HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG IM FUCKING GETTING HOARSE! I CANT STAND IT ANYMORE! IM GOING TO PASS OUT! HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IM BEGGING YOU, PLEASE STAPPPPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
All of Jill's captors postioned themselves at her feet, with sadistic smiles. "Still not giving up the source, hey? Are little Jill's feet ticklish?" Jill swallowed hard. Her feet were MEGA ticklish. Once they started on the soles of her bare feet, which were beautiful, with nary a callous, she honestly didnt know how much longer she could hold out.
Each captor took one of Jill's bare feet, and began finger tickling her soles, and under her toes, taunting her with "Kitchy, Kitchy, Koo, Jill", as they ran all of their fingers on her soles. Jill went absolutely ballistic, flexing, pointing, and wiggling her toes every which way, and trying to scrunch them down, to no avail, so she just screamed, laughed hysterically with girlish giggles, and begged for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE! PLEASSE STAPPPP! NO PLEASE! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IM GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK! I CANT BREATHE! IM BEGGING YOU TO STAPPPPPPPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Jill still hadnt told the abductors the source they wanted, so, two of the captors pulled feathers from a "bag of tricks" they had, and began to run them over Jill's soles, and under, over, and inbetween her ten toes. Jill's toes wiggled wildly again, as she squealed:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NEEOOOOO! STAPPPP! PLEASE NO MORE! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO PASSSSS OUTTTT! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Two of the men ran their long tounges over Jill's soles, as she flexed her toes back hard, and screamed again! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO FOOT LICKING! NO ONE EVER TOUCHES MY FEET LIKE THAT! OMG IT FEELS SOO WEEIRDDDD! STAPPPP! HEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Finally, the captors said: "Still no talk, hmm? THIS will make you talk! Two of the men plugged electric toothbrushes into the wall, and came near Jill's feet. They ran the toothbrushes over, around, under, and inbetween Jill's toes and soles. THAT caused her to scream the worst, as tears came to her eyes, amongst the begging, and squealing:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG NOT ELECTRIC INSTRUMENTS! I CANT STAND IT! IM GOING TO PASSS OUT! NEEEEO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Jill did, in fact, pass out momentarially, before a voice boomed "This is the police! We know you have someone captive in there! All of you, come out, with your hands up!" A voice screamed over a megaphone.
The captors jumped out a back window, and took off into the night. A moment later, the door burst open, and uniformed police with flashlights entered. "Are you alright, miss?" They recognized the face on the bed. "Oh my gosh, Jill Horner, of Comcast news. What happened Miss Horner?" One of the cops inquired.
"You probably wouldnt believe me if I told you. Could someone please untie me." Jill asked. The police did, and Jill put on her clothes, was driven down to the police station, where she gave a report, and was driven home.
Later that night, Jill lied in bed, still trying to digest what had happened to her. She had been abducted. They had stripped her, but she hadnt been raped, or beaten, or harmed. She had suffered one of the worst tickle tortures imaginable, a girl that hated to be tickled, and yet.. she still hadnt revealed "The source", thus protecting the intergrity of her sworn news oath, and her career, during
Jill Horner's Night Of Tickling Hell.
The End
Comcast news interviewer Jill Horner woke up dazed. She had no recollection of the events leading up to her current circumstance, but the circumstance was dire indeed.
Trying to collect herself, the redheaded beauty saw that she was in a dingy room, in a seedy building. As it turned out, the interviewer had been hit on the head, abducted, and taken to an abandoned location, in a very dangerous neighborhood of Philadelphia.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I!?". Jill screamed into the darkness.
Suddenly a door burst open, and four large, shadowy figures entered the room. Three tall men, and a woman.
"Ah, the bitch awakens" One of the men said.
Jill tried to calmly talk her way out of the situation: "Look, if you want money. You can just take whatever I have. I promise I wont tell anyone about this" Jill started.
One of the guys smiled broadly: "That's not going to cut it. We already have your purse, bitch, but we want more". The man began.
Jill's heart went to her feet, fearing she was going to be raped. She took a deep breath, and said. "I can get you more money. Whatever you want, its yours. " She said.
The woman who had entered the room, pulled Jill's long red hair, and put her face to Jill"s: "What we want, you stupid bitch.. is to know who and where the source is, of the story you're going to do, that might lead to a very big drug bust, and is going to make us and our friends look very, very bad. If you dont tell us.. welll... " The woman said, with an evil laugh.
Jill closed her eyes: She DID have information that she was going to report, which was probably going to lead to multiple arrests, in a drug ring in Philadelphia. It was an exclusive story, and not even Philadelphia's leading news team, WPVI, knew about it yet. The story could catupult her to national anchor desk status. Yet, if she revealed the source, and anyone found out, her career as an anchor would be finished.
"I cant reveal that information. I could lose my job. I'll be finished in news. Please understand. I just cant" Jill implored.
"You WILL talk, woman. I guarantee that. We could hurt you, but, I have another ingenious idea". One of the male captors said.
The captors dragged Jill to a nearby bed, and with weapons drawn, instructed her to lie on it. "Strip naked, and lie on ther bed".
Jill had nowhere to go, so she did as she was told. She took off all her clothes, as well as her shoes and socks, and lied down, naked, on the nearby bed. She accepted that before that night was over, she was probably going to be sexually assaulted, perhaps multiple times. At that point, she just wanted to escape alive.
"Okay, I know what's going to happen next. I wont resist. You can do whatever you want to me, just please dont hurt me" Jill said, resigned to her fate.
"You DO NOT know what is going to happen next, you snotnose. You probably think we're going to rape you, and beat you up, to make you talk. No. If we do that, you have evidence. I told you we have ways of making you talk, and we dont have to hurt you to do it. Are you.. ticklish.. Jill?" One captor said, running his finger quickly under Jill's pit.
Jill swallowed hard. She was EXTREMELY ticklish! In fact, if any of her boyfriends or family members tickled her, she erupted in screams and laughter, and begged and demanded them to stop. Most times, it made her wet her panties.
"Ticklish? You dont have to do that. We can work something out" Jill said.
One of the males began running and rubbing his fingers in spider motions around Jill's neck: "Source, Jill, what is it!?" he said. Jill's head shook from side to side, and the giggles began to erupt from her. HHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEASE NO TICKLING! STAPPP THAT! TICKLING DRIVES ME INSANE! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Jill pleaded, her giggles beginning to fill the room.
Jill had not told her captors the information they wanted to know.. so.. another of the men joined in. "Oooh, little Jill is a bit ticklish, isnt she? Tell us the source and we'll end this little tickle. If not.. well.. we can be here for a while". The second man ran his fingers in cirlcles around Jill's pits, as her squeals and screams increased:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO! IM SOO TICKLISH! I CANT STAND IT! PLEASE STAPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Two of the men surrounded Jill. One ran his fingers over her breasts, and one of her nipples, while the other ran a pen over her other breast and nipple. Jill's vagina began to feel wet, and she erupted with not urine, but an orgasm, on the bed, as she screamed and begged for mercy! "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THIS IS THE WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE! NO ONE HAS EVER TICKLED MY BOOBS BEFORE! YOU';RE DRIVING ME OUT OF MY WITS! HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE STAPPP! NO NO! NOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
As two of the captors tickled Jill's thighs, knees, and near her vagina, Jill tried to jerk her legs. She orgasmed again, as they got near her vagina, but didnt intentionally tickle it. The tickling in that area, drove her beserk, and she nearly lost it:HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG IM FUCKING GETTING HOARSE! I CANT STAND IT ANYMORE! IM GOING TO PASS OUT! HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IM BEGGING YOU, PLEASE STAPPPPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
All of Jill's captors postioned themselves at her feet, with sadistic smiles. "Still not giving up the source, hey? Are little Jill's feet ticklish?" Jill swallowed hard. Her feet were MEGA ticklish. Once they started on the soles of her bare feet, which were beautiful, with nary a callous, she honestly didnt know how much longer she could hold out.
Each captor took one of Jill's bare feet, and began finger tickling her soles, and under her toes, taunting her with "Kitchy, Kitchy, Koo, Jill", as they ran all of their fingers on her soles. Jill went absolutely ballistic, flexing, pointing, and wiggling her toes every which way, and trying to scrunch them down, to no avail, so she just screamed, laughed hysterically with girlish giggles, and begged for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE! PLEASSE STAPPPP! NO PLEASE! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IM GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK! I CANT BREATHE! IM BEGGING YOU TO STAPPPPPPPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Jill still hadnt told the abductors the source they wanted, so, two of the captors pulled feathers from a "bag of tricks" they had, and began to run them over Jill's soles, and under, over, and inbetween her ten toes. Jill's toes wiggled wildly again, as she squealed:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NEEOOOOO! STAPPPP! PLEASE NO MORE! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO PASSSSS OUTTTT! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Two of the men ran their long tounges over Jill's soles, as she flexed her toes back hard, and screamed again! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO FOOT LICKING! NO ONE EVER TOUCHES MY FEET LIKE THAT! OMG IT FEELS SOO WEEIRDDDD! STAPPPP! HEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Finally, the captors said: "Still no talk, hmm? THIS will make you talk! Two of the men plugged electric toothbrushes into the wall, and came near Jill's feet. They ran the toothbrushes over, around, under, and inbetween Jill's toes and soles. THAT caused her to scream the worst, as tears came to her eyes, amongst the begging, and squealing:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG NOT ELECTRIC INSTRUMENTS! I CANT STAND IT! IM GOING TO PASSS OUT! NEEEEO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Jill did, in fact, pass out momentarially, before a voice boomed "This is the police! We know you have someone captive in there! All of you, come out, with your hands up!" A voice screamed over a megaphone.
The captors jumped out a back window, and took off into the night. A moment later, the door burst open, and uniformed police with flashlights entered. "Are you alright, miss?" They recognized the face on the bed. "Oh my gosh, Jill Horner, of Comcast news. What happened Miss Horner?" One of the cops inquired.
"You probably wouldnt believe me if I told you. Could someone please untie me." Jill asked. The police did, and Jill put on her clothes, was driven down to the police station, where she gave a report, and was driven home.
Later that night, Jill lied in bed, still trying to digest what had happened to her. She had been abducted. They had stripped her, but she hadnt been raped, or beaten, or harmed. She had suffered one of the worst tickle tortures imaginable, a girl that hated to be tickled, and yet.. she still hadnt revealed "The source", thus protecting the intergrity of her sworn news oath, and her career, during
Jill Horner's Night Of Tickling Hell.
The End
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