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Tickle Tower #5
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TICKLE TOWERS
(Part 5)
Bethany awoke in bright sunlight, the
glare causing her to shieldfrom it.
She felt weak, yet oddly invigorated.
Could it be possible this good feeling
was due to the 2-hour-plus tickle torture
she'd received the night before? She
silently scolded herself.
"Don't allow yourself to be brainwashed
by those weirdos! Just find a way to getout!"
Then Ashleigh came in. "Hiya, Bethany!"
her cousin's cheery demeanor. "You have
the audacity to act as though happened?
Do you know what I went through last
night?"
Ashleigh giggled. "Yeah, I saw it on
video. All tickling at Tickle Towers
is videotaped by hidden cameras. A
whole group of us were watching! You
really held up well! And I think you
really impressed Malachi. He doesn't
allow many people to eat from his
allow victims to eat like this!"
Bethany was tempted to turn the tray
over, but she was famished. She
gobbled the strawberries and cream
in spite of herself. "Ha!" she snorted.
"i don't care if I impressed the Pope!
Malachi will pay for last night....and
so will you, Ash."
right now, and you'd be putty under my
ticklish touch." Bethany said nothing.
She knew better than to cross her
cousin. She sighed. "When can I leave
this god-forsaken place?"
Ashleigh shook her head. "You're pretty
dense for someone with a 3.8 average.
Well, I'll see you later!" Ashleigh
removed the tray and sauntered out the door.
Bethany found a change of clothing in
a little closet, so she shrugged her
shoulders and went to the adjacent
room to take a shower. After she showered
and dressed she peeked out no one was there.
"Maybe I can sneak out!" She thought excitedly
to herself.
Bethany walked through maze-like corriders,
then, much to her surprise, she found
herself back at the scene of the Dungeon!
And on the table was Ashleigh! Apparently,
Ashleigh had not gone! Bethany smiled to
herself. She started to tiptoe out when a thought
struck her -- Revenge!
She took off her shoes so Ashleigh
wouldn't hear her. She then ever-so-gently
lifted her cousin's hand and shackled it.
She quickly shackled the other wrist, when
Ashleigh awoke with a jolt. "Huh? Beth --
what are you doing?"
Bethany grinned wickedly. I've waited
YEARS for this, cuz.....prepare to
suffer!" Bethany reached under the
Mercy-like contraption and found a
small paint brush. "You used a
brush on me, didn't you?"
Ashleigh swallowed hard. "Come on,
Beth, this isn't like you." She sounded
panicky. "I never meant you any harm-
HAHAHAHAHH!!!!Beth, please!!!" Ashleigh
was crying as she begged her to stop.
"Kitchy kitchy kitchy! Aww, the poor
itty-bitty baby! You want your sides
tickled instead? OK!" Bethany scraped
her long fingernails along Ashleigh's
ticklish sides. Ashleigh's hips bucked
up and down, tears forming in her eyes.
Bethany went around the table to Ashleigh's
feet, causing her cousin to moan
"No, not the feet! I'll do anything you
want, but not the feet!"
Bethany stopped. That was exactly what
she wanted to hear. "Where are Cinnamon
and the other torturers?" "on a assignment,
I swear!" "I don't believe you." Bethany
replied. She pulled off her cousin's sandals
and ran her fingers over the sensitive soles
of her cousin's feet. She has a lighter touch."
a lighter touch." She darted the tip of
the feather in between Ashleigh's toes,
causing her cousin to thrash as much as
her bonds would allow. She could only
whisper in between labored beathing, "I
swear, they are not here."
Bethany stopped. "Fine. Should I
continue to take out my anger on you?
Or will you help me get Malachi?"
"That won't be necessary, Miss Chamberlain."
The hair on Bethany's head stood up. Malachi stood
in the doorway, one brow arched. He slowly walked
towards her.
Will Bethany ever get free? Or will
Malachi cook up some more wretched
tickle torture? Tune in to the next
TGC ADULT BBS 812-284-1321 OR 812-284-KINK 14.4 HST V.42
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