McKenzie's Tickle Torture
by: popdivakat1979
It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon. McKenzie Westmore decided that she would go swimming, in her pool. She had her bikini on, and it was a red one. She swam laps, and then got out. She then decided to go into the house and get into some dry clothes. She picked out a tank top and shorts, and then she laid down bed. She fell asleep, and woke a short while later to find that she was tied to her bed.
Then, she heard a woman's voice say, "Hello, McKenzie. I have seen you on TV and wondered if you are ticklish.
McKenzie shook her head yes.
"Great. Let's get started then," I said.
Minutes later, McKenzie saw feathers, and I got on her bed. Immediately, and without warning, I dug all ten fingers into her ribs. Soon, all I could hear is her giggle laugh she has.
"Hahhhhhhaaaaaaahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah. Please, stop it.
"What," I said, "Stop this?"
I tickle her stomach.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhaaaaaaaaaaaa,
No. Come on. Quit it."
"But Kenzie," I
said, "I haven't found out if you are ticklish under your arms."
"Please not there," she begged. "I can't stand to be tickled there."
"Okay," I said. Then, I used the feathers and tickled under her arms, while she screamed and laughed.
"I've got to peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee - hahhhhhhhahhhhhhhh hhhhhhah," her laughter continued.
"Well then," I said. "I will just have to tickle your feet, then"
She continued laughing and decided to save her breath, because she felt like she was gonna need it. I then started tickling her feet, and she went berserk.
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhh hhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa, I've really got to go to the bathroom," she screams.
"Piece de la resistance," I said, and I lifted her shirt and blew raspberries, on her stomach. She wet her self.
She woke, later that day
and said to herself, "What a crazy dream."