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Tickle Tower #2
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TICKLE TOWERS <part 2>
Bethany struggled in vain to pull free
as Tony and Greg dragged her out to the
pool area. Ashleigh laughed devilishly
and said, "Well, cuz, do you have
anything to say before your punishment?"
Bethany's heart pounded. "Ash, I'm
sorry I tried to get away, but can you
blame me? After all..." "Enough!"
Ashleigh snapped. She walked over to a
large contraption that stood near the
middle of the solarium. It had a large
white dropcloth covering it, but it was
off at the snap of her wrist. Bethany
was horrified to see what appeared to be
a torture rack! It was made of wood and
cast metal, with stocks for the hands
and feet.
Confine her on Mercy!" Ashleigh ordered
Greg and Tony. "M-mercy?!?" Bethany
swallowed hard. She was swiftly
restrained on Mercy, her hands and feet
immobile in the stocks.
"Don't bother asking, cuzzy dear; you'll
soon find all about Mercy!" Ashleigh
smiled that smirk that Bethany so hated.
"Max, please," Bethanyn said plaintively.
"Help me!"
Max chuckled softly. "Come on, Beth,
why don't you just relax and give it a
go? You might actually enjoy it!"
"Enough stalling!" Ashleigh bellowed.
She pulled out a black kerchief and
proceeded to blindfold Bethany with it,
so that her cousin wouldn't know how,
when, or by whom the tickle-torture
would be.
Ashleigh stood over Bethany, who was
trying desperately to free herself.
Ashleigh bared her long,
perfectly-manicured fingernails,
lightly dragging a fingernail along
Bethany's right side. Ashleigh got the
response she was hoping for. Bethany's
most sensitive, ticklish spot were her
sides, so she nearly jumped out of her
restraints at her cousin's teasing.
"Ah, I've hit the proverbial nerve,"
Ashleigh said. She bared her nails
again, this time lightly scraping all
ten nails along Bethany's sides. Bethany
shrieked. "Please, Ash, not there! Haha!"
Ashleigh ignored her cousin's plea and
proceeded to mercilessly tickle Bethany.
In rapid-fire motion she ran her fingers
all over Bethany's sides, belly and
underarms, causing Bethany to laugh so
hard tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Hahahaha!!! No! Please! Hahahaha!!!"
Bethany writhed in torturous tickles.
Ashleigh suddenly. "You know, Bethany,
dear, you look awfully pale. You could
really use some color!" She reached
behind Mercy to pull out a blush
makeup kit. She removed the brush and
ran it all over Bethany's upper torso,
causing Bethany to go wild with
hysterical laughter. Her voice was
hoarse when she screamed, "Oh god, Ash,
I beg of you, please stop!!!"
Ashleigh had a satisfied look on her
face. "There! You've said the magic
word!" She stopped the brutal tickling
and motioned for Tony and Greg to
remove the restraints and blindfold.
Bethany lay there, exhausted from her
ordeal. All of Ashleigh's friends
applauded her mastery. She took a bow
and sat down.
Then an older woman entered the solarium
and said giddily, "Marvelous, Ashleigh
dear, you were simply brilliant!" She
turned to Bethany, who was still on
Mercy. "Well, my dear, how did you
enjoy your ordeal?"
"I hated every minute of it!" Bethany
spat the words out. "I'm getting out of
here -- and fast!"
The woman clucked her tongue in a
condescending manner that both angered
and frightened Bethany. "Hmmm, I see
that you're a very ungratful young
woman who hasn't learned what she's been
taught. You're a wild horse that needs
taming -- at once. Welcome to Tickle
Towers. You will learn many things, but
first you must be taught a lesson. Greg,
handcuff her arms behind her back.
Michael!" The young man Ashleigh had
introduced Bethany to earlier stood.
"Yes, Mrs. Davidson?"
"Bring her to Malachi -- immediately!"
At the mention of the name Malachi
everybody gasped and whispered amongst
themselves, heightening Bethany's
fears.
Who was this Malachi, and what ticklous
torture did he hold in store for our
heroine? Tune in to the next installment
of TICKLE TOWERS!!!
TGC ADULT BBS 812-284-KINK OR 812-284-1321 14.4 HST V.42
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