World War “T”. Case 0 m/f
The first part of the visit was quite normal. Vlad, their son-in-law, entered, hugged Mary, his mom-in-law, shook hands with Stan, her husband, then sat on the couch of the living room and started chatting. Mary, as usual, caught Vlad glancing at her legs or cleavage, but brushed it off. Sometimes, when he was too blatant she allowed herself to make a sarcastic statement about the rudeness of staring or asking him mockingly if there is something unusual on her blouse, but this time she let it go. After the while Stan stood up and excused himself to “wash his hands”. In the restroom he heard the squeal of female laughter. Wondering if it meant a particular good joke he returned to the living room to find a peculiar scene. Mary was writhing on the sofa, laughing, yellin “Stop!” and trying to push away Vlad, who was savagely tickling her sides. That was strange. Vlad liked to poke Mary’s ribs from time to time, but that was all. She was a posh woman, always kept her distance and never allowed or encouraged such a horseplay before and Vlad had respected the boundaries. But not today. He really got her good, driving her crazy. While Stan was contemplating the situation Vlad’s hands were buried under Mary’s armpits and she shrieked even louder. She saw her husband and yelled “Help me!”. Stan used to tickle his wife quite a lot in early days and considered it a great fun, but there was something weird going on here, so he decided to intervene.
- Vlad, stop! She had enough! - he said, making a few steps toward the group on the sofa. The younger man paid him no heed. Stan grabbed his shoulder and… staggered back, his nose hit by the son-in-law elbow. Really angry now, he grabbed Vlad from behind and pulled. He was a big man, with his 195 cm and 120 kg but he didn’t manage to pry Vlad, much smaller, away from his victim. After a brief struggle he was thrown away like a little boy, crashing against the wall. Mary tried to run away, but was tackled to the ground and soon writhed on the floor, laughing even harder as now her attacker removed her sneakers and switched to her feet.
For a while Stan collected his strength, stunned by the impact. Then he regained his footing and charged again. This time he tried to strangle the opponent, but earned a vicious bite to the back of his hand and then a kick at his balls and a blow to his jaw, that k.o.’d him for good.
When he regained consciousness the situation was still the same. Mary was now in breathless hysteria still ruthlessly tickled over her nylon clad soles, tears of laughter streaming on her cheeks. She apparently gave up any resistance, just enduring whatever Vlad has prepared for her. The situation was serious. Something was very wrong with a nice guy that was his son-in-law and his wife was suffering. Stan wasn’t taking any more risks, simply grabbed a stool, unscrewed a leg from it and hit Vlad over his head. The man finally collapsed, sobbing Mary crawled away from him and hid in the corner and Stan quickly grabbed some ties and bound the incapacitated attacker. Only then he called the police and the ambulance, warning them of a possible need of a straightjacket. Only then he checked his shaken wife.
The paramedics and cops had troubles to contain Vlad. He acted like a madman, despite everything trying to get back to Mary, who was checked by a doctor. The young man fought, kicked, struggled, bit, spat. Finally he was off in a hospital and Mary was dozing on a sofa, shot with a tranquiliser. Stan went to the bathroom - in all this he forgot his own bruises so now he started cleaning and bandaging them, wincing from the pain. His head swam from all this. He should call Grace, his daughter to inform her about her husband misfortune. But first he had to rest… On wobbly legs he walked into the living room. His glance fell on slightly snoring Mary. Something caught his attention. She put one arm under her head and her armpit was clearly visible. He felt an urge to feel those delicate skin, to hear his wife’s ticklish laughter again...The next thing he knew he was pinning Mary’s body against the sofa and gripping her arm in a firm hold over her head. His free hand creeped toward the outstretched underarm. “What I am doing?” he thought, but then his fingers connected with a warm, soft skin and that was his last coherent thought.
Savage tickles broke through the tranquilizing effect of a drug and Mary woke up already laughing. She found herself trapped under her husband’s body, unable to defend her molested armpit. Through the involuntary laughter she yelled “Stan, what are you doing!”but got no answer. Buckling brought no result - she was much weaker and lighter. She was about to stay where she was as long as her husband pleased. Soon she was again laughing her head off, her frantic pleas and begging for mercy completely ignored.Her desperate cries for help also were unanswered - neighbors were absent. So she was doomed to many hours of hysterical laughter from the hands of her husband so suddenly turned into the Tickle Monster.
BREAKING NEWS: A pensioner tickled his wife almost to death!!! Two paramedics kidnapped and tickle tortured a nurse!!!! Police officers tickled the handcuffed female prisoner for hours!!!
The first part of the visit was quite normal. Vlad, their son-in-law, entered, hugged Mary, his mom-in-law, shook hands with Stan, her husband, then sat on the couch of the living room and started chatting. Mary, as usual, caught Vlad glancing at her legs or cleavage, but brushed it off. Sometimes, when he was too blatant she allowed herself to make a sarcastic statement about the rudeness of staring or asking him mockingly if there is something unusual on her blouse, but this time she let it go. After the while Stan stood up and excused himself to “wash his hands”. In the restroom he heard the squeal of female laughter. Wondering if it meant a particular good joke he returned to the living room to find a peculiar scene. Mary was writhing on the sofa, laughing, yellin “Stop!” and trying to push away Vlad, who was savagely tickling her sides. That was strange. Vlad liked to poke Mary’s ribs from time to time, but that was all. She was a posh woman, always kept her distance and never allowed or encouraged such a horseplay before and Vlad had respected the boundaries. But not today. He really got her good, driving her crazy. While Stan was contemplating the situation Vlad’s hands were buried under Mary’s armpits and she shrieked even louder. She saw her husband and yelled “Help me!”. Stan used to tickle his wife quite a lot in early days and considered it a great fun, but there was something weird going on here, so he decided to intervene.
- Vlad, stop! She had enough! - he said, making a few steps toward the group on the sofa. The younger man paid him no heed. Stan grabbed his shoulder and… staggered back, his nose hit by the son-in-law elbow. Really angry now, he grabbed Vlad from behind and pulled. He was a big man, with his 195 cm and 120 kg but he didn’t manage to pry Vlad, much smaller, away from his victim. After a brief struggle he was thrown away like a little boy, crashing against the wall. Mary tried to run away, but was tackled to the ground and soon writhed on the floor, laughing even harder as now her attacker removed her sneakers and switched to her feet.
For a while Stan collected his strength, stunned by the impact. Then he regained his footing and charged again. This time he tried to strangle the opponent, but earned a vicious bite to the back of his hand and then a kick at his balls and a blow to his jaw, that k.o.’d him for good.
When he regained consciousness the situation was still the same. Mary was now in breathless hysteria still ruthlessly tickled over her nylon clad soles, tears of laughter streaming on her cheeks. She apparently gave up any resistance, just enduring whatever Vlad has prepared for her. The situation was serious. Something was very wrong with a nice guy that was his son-in-law and his wife was suffering. Stan wasn’t taking any more risks, simply grabbed a stool, unscrewed a leg from it and hit Vlad over his head. The man finally collapsed, sobbing Mary crawled away from him and hid in the corner and Stan quickly grabbed some ties and bound the incapacitated attacker. Only then he called the police and the ambulance, warning them of a possible need of a straightjacket. Only then he checked his shaken wife.
The paramedics and cops had troubles to contain Vlad. He acted like a madman, despite everything trying to get back to Mary, who was checked by a doctor. The young man fought, kicked, struggled, bit, spat. Finally he was off in a hospital and Mary was dozing on a sofa, shot with a tranquiliser. Stan went to the bathroom - in all this he forgot his own bruises so now he started cleaning and bandaging them, wincing from the pain. His head swam from all this. He should call Grace, his daughter to inform her about her husband misfortune. But first he had to rest… On wobbly legs he walked into the living room. His glance fell on slightly snoring Mary. Something caught his attention. She put one arm under her head and her armpit was clearly visible. He felt an urge to feel those delicate skin, to hear his wife’s ticklish laughter again...The next thing he knew he was pinning Mary’s body against the sofa and gripping her arm in a firm hold over her head. His free hand creeped toward the outstretched underarm. “What I am doing?” he thought, but then his fingers connected with a warm, soft skin and that was his last coherent thought.
Savage tickles broke through the tranquilizing effect of a drug and Mary woke up already laughing. She found herself trapped under her husband’s body, unable to defend her molested armpit. Through the involuntary laughter she yelled “Stan, what are you doing!”but got no answer. Buckling brought no result - she was much weaker and lighter. She was about to stay where she was as long as her husband pleased. Soon she was again laughing her head off, her frantic pleas and begging for mercy completely ignored.Her desperate cries for help also were unanswered - neighbors were absent. So she was doomed to many hours of hysterical laughter from the hands of her husband so suddenly turned into the Tickle Monster.
BREAKING NEWS: A pensioner tickled his wife almost to death!!! Two paramedics kidnapped and tickle tortured a nurse!!!! Police officers tickled the handcuffed female prisoner for hours!!!
