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Crime Still Dosen't Pay
Starring
Winona Ryder
Winona Ryder was driving along 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. She was in town to meet with a casting director who had gotten in touch with her back in California. He claimed he wanted to meet with her to speak to her about starring in "Restrained Passion". Winona didn't know much about the project, aside from the fact that it was, at this moment, the hottest project in Hollywood. She hadn't read the script, but she knew that a project this hot would be the one thing that could turn her entire career around. She had flown in almost immediatly. She had meant to ask what the movie was about, but, considering her scandolous past, she had to have a hit movie, so the plot was very little interest to her. She was on her way to the Plaza Hotel where she had reserved the penthouse suite. Her meeting was the following morning, so she figured she could lounge in her suite all day and just fantasize what this movie could mean to her career. Visions of Golden Globes and Oscars danced in her head while she was driving. And that's when it happened.
CRASH!!!!!!
The lovely starlet rammed her car right into the back of a Toyota Sentra. Winona herself had been driving a Cadilac, which sustained very little damage. The car she hit, however, was almost totaled. The entire back of the sentra was decimated. Winona was in a complete panic! She knew the entire accident was her fault, as she had not been paying attention at the time of the crash. She was so overcome with panic, that she took off. That's right, friends and neighbors, Winona Ryder left the scene of an accident. She left and headed for the Plaza. She checked in and immediatly went into her suite and went about the bussiness of forgetting what had happened. No one had really seen her, so she thought she was in good shape. She called the casting director she was supposed to meet with, a man by the name of Jim Mitchum. She still did not learn anything about the script, but confirmed a meeting for 10:00 AM tthe following morning. She took a shower, and, a little while later ordered some room service. While she was waiting for her food, she giggled to herself and thought, "Looks like I got away with this one."
A little while later there was a knock at the door. Winona got up and opened the door. Without looking at the person with the tray, she absent mindedly said, "Just leave it over there", and went back to her own thoughts. That's when she heard the door slam shut and lock. She spun around looked with dawning horror at the waitress. It had been over a year since her tickle ordeal at Sakks, nightmares of which still plauged her, but she recocnized the face of this person at once. It was Yolanda Mitchum, the beautiful African-American woman who had tickle-tortured her as part of her punnishment for shoplifting. Winona was all at once struck with terror, and with Yolanda's amazing beauty. Winona's beautiful face hung in the air, slack jawed and wide-eyed at this vision from her most ticklish nightmares come true.
"Hello, Winona. It's a pleasure to see you again."
"Wha.....what do you want?" A visibly shaken Winona ryder tried to keep composure while speaking to this goddess of tickle hell.
"Well, my dear girl, we have a little something to discuss, me and you."
"We have absolutely nothing to discuss, you crazy bitch!! Get the hell out of here before I call security!!" Winona's threat was met with amusement.
"Haahaaa!!! I don't think you want to do that." Her icy demeanor chilled Winona to her ticklish core.
"Why the hell not?!" Winona demanded. Yolanda's response made Winona's eyes go wide.
"Because I was in that car you hit. You left the scene of an accident. You...commited....a crime. Naughty girl." Yolanda said this last part while smiling and shaking a finger at the beautiful actress. "And you know what that means."
"No!!!! Not again!! Get out!!! get out!!!!" Winona was almost frantic.
"I have a better idea. Take off your shirt and raise your arms for sweet Yolanda."
Winona's head started to swim with all the tickle torment this woman had put her through. The nightmares she had had as a result. Hell, she still sometimes woke up screaming and laughing. But she was not going to give in this time. There was no court order, no threats of prison this time. Just her steely resolve not to let this woman tickle her again.
"No!! No way!!! Get out!!!"
"Well, if you insist. But, if you do not cooperate and take your medicine, I will have no choice but to go to the authorities. It'll be a big scandal. It might even jeopardize your participation in "Restrained Passion". Winona got a sinking feeling in her gut. She was right, of course. She was lucky enough to be considered for this part. Another scandal would ceartainly cost her dearly. As a last minute choice, she pleaded with tears in her eyes.
"Please no!! I beg you!! I need this part, I need it!! I can pay you!! Thousands of dollars, just please don't tickle me!!"
Yolanda just stared at Winona with an evil deameanor. She watched as Winona went from terror to anger, panic, and now, finally, horrible acceptance. If this whole hit and run thing got out, it would almost ceartanly be the final nail in her coffin. It was blackmail, sure, but what choice did she have? She would have given anything in the world to be anyone else on the entire planet at that time. At last she did the only thing she could do to save her career. Winona Ryder removed her shirt and raised her arms high above her head. Yolanda grinned and produced a large feather which made Winona's adorable brown eyes go wide with horror.
"What do you say, naughty girl?" Yolanda asked this like a domineering schoolmarm. With tears welling up in her eyes, Winona said.....
"Please tickle me. I'm a naughty girl and I deserve to be tickled."
With that, Yolanda lightly trailed the feather across Winona's hyper ticklish torso and underarms. Her body broke out into gooseflesh as the tickly feather just teased itself along the surface of her skin. It was a tickle that was felt more inside than outside, and it caused Winona's body to quake with ticklishnes as little squeaky giggles bubbled up from her and her eyes squinted in the most adorable way.
"Kitchy kitchy tickle tickle" Yolanda whispered as she drew the feather all along Winona's exposed torso.
"Heee....hoo..hehehhahahhehee...please! I haaaheheeee..AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
Winona screamed and pulled her arms down as the feather just grazed her bare nipple. The shock of tickle and pleasure overwhelming her. Yolanda was displeased.
"Looks like little tickle-girl needs to be tied down."
Yolanda advanced on Winona, and, just like before, the womans speed and strength were remarkable. Within seconds, she had Winona down on the bed and securely tied. Her arms were lashed to either side of the bed post, while her legs were tied in a spread eagle position. Winona, utterly at Yolanda's mercy pleaded with tears in her eyes as Yolanda stripped her, leaving the lovely brunette naked as a Jbird. Yolanda straddled Winona and began to point at her tummy.
"What is this?" She asked.
"My....my stomach?"
"What...Is ..This?" Yolanda asked again, this time poking indicriminantly on her tummy.
"Heeeeheheheehhaaaaaaaa!!!! MY TUMMY!!!! HEEEHEAHAAAAA!!!! MY TICKLISH TUMMY!!!HAHAAAAAHEEEEE!!!"
"Yes!! That's what it is!! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!"
Yolanda dug her fingers into Winona's tummy, kneading the flesh and manipulating all of her sensitive spots. Winona went berserk from the tummy torture.
"HHAAAAAHAAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEEE!!! STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAAAHHHEHEHEEEEE!!!!THAT TICKLES THAT TICKLES!!!!HAHAAAAAAHEHEHEEEHEHEHEEEE!!!"
Winona giggled and laughed like a madwoman as Yolanda mercilessly tickle tortured her entire torso. Wiggling her finger inside Winona's horribly ticklish bellybutton while at the same time scrabbling her fingers inside her sensitive underarms. Winona screamed and begged, but the ticklish torture just kept on coming.
"WHAAAAAAHAHAAAAAHEHHEHEEHEEEEHAHAHAHWHEHEEEE!!! PLEASE STAAAAAHHHHP!!!!! HAHAAAAAHEHEEHEHEEEWHOOHOHOOOHOOHAHHAAHAAAAAA!!!! NOT MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! NOOOOOHOOOHOOOAHAHAAAHAAAAA!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!HAHAAAAHEHHEEEHEEEEE!!!!
Yolanda blew rasberries all over Winona Ryders ticklish tummy. She hooked her fingers in her ribs and wiggled them there until Winona thought she was going to wet herself. The torture seemed to go on for an eternity, when it finally stopped. Winona was gasping for air, and giggling silently, still feeling phantom tickles. She was still struggling to catch her breath when she felt a light blowing on the soles of her feet. Her mind reeled as she realized what was coming next.
"MMMMMM. Such cute and ticklish feet you have. What do you think I'm going to do to them, Winona?"
"T....Tickle them?"
"BINGO!!!!!" Yolanda yelled as she scrabbled all 10 of her fingers up and down Winona's ticklish soles. Her fingers danced all about, poking and prodding at the underside of her toes. Winona reacted as if a lightning bolt shot through her body.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHHEEEEHEHEHEEEEE!!!NOT MY FEET!!!!!HAHAHAHHAAAAAHHEHEEHWHEEEE!!! MY TOES!!!! HAHAHAAHAAAAAHAA!!!!MY TICKLISH TOES!!!! HHEHEEEHEHEEHEEEEHAHAAAA NO MORE!!!! PLEAHEEHEEEHHHHSE!!!! HAHAHAAAHAAAAA!!!!"
Winona's body was covered in sweat and her piggies were wiggling madly. The horrible tickle attack on her very ticklish feet was killing her. Yolanda's fingers danced from her soles, to her toes, around on the topside of her feet, and back again.
"What's your name?" Demanded Yolanda.
"HAAAAHAHHEHEEEEEHEHEEEEE.....WINOHOOHOHOOOHOOOO..AHAHAAAA.....WINONA TICKLE FEET!!!!HAHAAAAAHAHAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!!!"
"Say it again!!!"
"HAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEHEHHAAHAHAAAAIEEIEEE!!! WINONA TICKLE FEET!HAHAAAAHEHEEEEEEE!!! STOP TICKLING MY PIGGIESHSHSEHEHEEEHEHEEE!!!! HOOOHOOOOWHAHAAAHAAAAA!!!"
Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she felt the same feather she had been tormented with earlier invade her vagina. Yolanda still had one hand torturing her foot, while the other hand was feathering her most inner reigion. Winona never realized how much a feathered clit can tickle. Her reaction was almost too good to believe.
"NOOHHOOOHOOOONONONONOOOOOOHOOOOOHHOHH!!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!! HAHAAAAHEHEHHHEEEHEHHEEEE!!!! OOOOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THERE!!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE!!! HEHHEEEEHEHEHEHHEEHEEEEPLEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEE!!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA!!!!!"
"Awwww, you like this don't you? Ticklish little winona likes to have her cootch tickled. Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Does big, bad feather tickle your little spot?" Yolanda teased without mercy, driving Winona Ryder even more insane.
"YES!! YES!!! IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEHEEEE!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!! STOP!!! I'M GONNA PEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEHEEEEHEEEEE!!!!"
At that same instant, Yolanda started to suck on Winona's ticklish little piggies. Each ticklish toe individually, wrapping her tounge around each one. The combination of the tounge-toe tickling and the pussy feathering was almost more than the ticklish Winona could handle.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHHAAHWHWHHWHAHAHAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!! STOP SUCKING MY TOES!!! HAHHAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEHWEHEEEHHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! OH STOP!!!! STOP TICKLING MEEHEHEEEEHHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!!"
Winona was in total tickle delirium. She thought her whole body was going to give out, when in fact it did. She wet herself, and mercifully passed out.
When she awoke, it was morning. The sun shone in through the windows and woke her up. She immediatly curled in the fetal position, positive tickling was coming. But there was none. She looked around and saw no one. Yolanda had apparently left while she slept. "Good riddance", she thought. Her body still tingled with the awful tickling she had endured. She never knew if anything could ever touch her vagina without tickling again. As she was thinking about this, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was 9:30 AM. She had to meet with the producer of "Restrained Passion" in half an hour!!! She jumped up showered, and headed out for her meeting with, oh what was his name...Jim something....oh, that's right. Jim Mitchum.
If only her head was a bit clearer. If only she was thinking straight. She would have figured it out. But she didn't.
Winona got to the studio in record time. She spoke to a secretary about her meeting and was led into soundstage where Jim Mitchum was waiting for her. He greeted her with open arms.
"Winona Ryder!! It's such a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jim Mitchum, producer of "Restrained Passion".
"Hi Mr. Mitchum. I'm really glad for this oppurtunity." Winona was practicly gushing.
"Think nothing of it. As soon as I aquired this project, there was no one else I wanted to star in it, except you. Have you read the script yet?"
"As a matter of fact, I haven't. I don't even really know that much about it, aside from it being about a young woman's sexual awakening." Winona tried to stay calm.
"Well, if you're interested, sign on the dotted line." With that, Jim Mitchum handed Winona a contract. Without reading a word of it, an overjoyed Winona Ryder signed. That's when she asked the big qusetion.
"Mr. Mitchum, whose directing?"
"A new, first time filmaker. As a matter of fact, I think you know each other. My wife. Yolanda."
Winona stared at him in disbelief. No. It couldn't be.
"Hello, Winona."
That evil voice behind her. Winona screamed and spun around like a top. She stood there looking at the 2 of them. Big smiles on their faces. She demanded to see a script. Jim handed her the script. Flipping through it, Winona saw with dawning horror, that every other page had her being tickled in different bondage scenarios. She started to hyperventilate when Jim Mitchum spoke up.
"That's right, dear sweet Winona. You're the star of the first, big budget, theatrical tickle flick."
"No!! I won't do it!! I'm going to the police!!" That's when Yolanda spoke up.
"Excuse me, Ms. Tickle Feet, but you signed a contract. You wouldn't want to be in Breach Of Contract would you?"
"You people are sick!!!!"
And with that, 35 asian beauties walked onto the set. These were her co-stars. Or, more importantly, her torturers. Winona dropped to her knees and wept. That's when Jim Mitchum said......
"Shooting begins now, you ticklish little thing."
Well, Winona got her big role. She got her big role in a 4 hour tickle porn. The shoot lasted 10 weeks. The movie opened to huge grosses. Winona Ryder was the ticklish toast of Hollywood. Everywhere she went she was tickled. It became her greatest legacy. The namw Winona Ryder was synnomous with tickle-torture. If she had only read the contract she would have seen that she was obligated to make 20 of these films. Well, somethings never change. Crme still dosen't pay, but for Winona Ryder, it will always tickle.
THE END
Starring
Winona Ryder
Winona Ryder was driving along 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. She was in town to meet with a casting director who had gotten in touch with her back in California. He claimed he wanted to meet with her to speak to her about starring in "Restrained Passion". Winona didn't know much about the project, aside from the fact that it was, at this moment, the hottest project in Hollywood. She hadn't read the script, but she knew that a project this hot would be the one thing that could turn her entire career around. She had flown in almost immediatly. She had meant to ask what the movie was about, but, considering her scandolous past, she had to have a hit movie, so the plot was very little interest to her. She was on her way to the Plaza Hotel where she had reserved the penthouse suite. Her meeting was the following morning, so she figured she could lounge in her suite all day and just fantasize what this movie could mean to her career. Visions of Golden Globes and Oscars danced in her head while she was driving. And that's when it happened.
CRASH!!!!!!
The lovely starlet rammed her car right into the back of a Toyota Sentra. Winona herself had been driving a Cadilac, which sustained very little damage. The car she hit, however, was almost totaled. The entire back of the sentra was decimated. Winona was in a complete panic! She knew the entire accident was her fault, as she had not been paying attention at the time of the crash. She was so overcome with panic, that she took off. That's right, friends and neighbors, Winona Ryder left the scene of an accident. She left and headed for the Plaza. She checked in and immediatly went into her suite and went about the bussiness of forgetting what had happened. No one had really seen her, so she thought she was in good shape. She called the casting director she was supposed to meet with, a man by the name of Jim Mitchum. She still did not learn anything about the script, but confirmed a meeting for 10:00 AM tthe following morning. She took a shower, and, a little while later ordered some room service. While she was waiting for her food, she giggled to herself and thought, "Looks like I got away with this one."
A little while later there was a knock at the door. Winona got up and opened the door. Without looking at the person with the tray, she absent mindedly said, "Just leave it over there", and went back to her own thoughts. That's when she heard the door slam shut and lock. She spun around looked with dawning horror at the waitress. It had been over a year since her tickle ordeal at Sakks, nightmares of which still plauged her, but she recocnized the face of this person at once. It was Yolanda Mitchum, the beautiful African-American woman who had tickle-tortured her as part of her punnishment for shoplifting. Winona was all at once struck with terror, and with Yolanda's amazing beauty. Winona's beautiful face hung in the air, slack jawed and wide-eyed at this vision from her most ticklish nightmares come true.
"Hello, Winona. It's a pleasure to see you again."
"Wha.....what do you want?" A visibly shaken Winona ryder tried to keep composure while speaking to this goddess of tickle hell.
"Well, my dear girl, we have a little something to discuss, me and you."
"We have absolutely nothing to discuss, you crazy bitch!! Get the hell out of here before I call security!!" Winona's threat was met with amusement.
"Haahaaa!!! I don't think you want to do that." Her icy demeanor chilled Winona to her ticklish core.
"Why the hell not?!" Winona demanded. Yolanda's response made Winona's eyes go wide.
"Because I was in that car you hit. You left the scene of an accident. You...commited....a crime. Naughty girl." Yolanda said this last part while smiling and shaking a finger at the beautiful actress. "And you know what that means."
"No!!!! Not again!! Get out!!! get out!!!!" Winona was almost frantic.
"I have a better idea. Take off your shirt and raise your arms for sweet Yolanda."
Winona's head started to swim with all the tickle torment this woman had put her through. The nightmares she had had as a result. Hell, she still sometimes woke up screaming and laughing. But she was not going to give in this time. There was no court order, no threats of prison this time. Just her steely resolve not to let this woman tickle her again.
"No!! No way!!! Get out!!!"
"Well, if you insist. But, if you do not cooperate and take your medicine, I will have no choice but to go to the authorities. It'll be a big scandal. It might even jeopardize your participation in "Restrained Passion". Winona got a sinking feeling in her gut. She was right, of course. She was lucky enough to be considered for this part. Another scandal would ceartainly cost her dearly. As a last minute choice, she pleaded with tears in her eyes.
"Please no!! I beg you!! I need this part, I need it!! I can pay you!! Thousands of dollars, just please don't tickle me!!"
Yolanda just stared at Winona with an evil deameanor. She watched as Winona went from terror to anger, panic, and now, finally, horrible acceptance. If this whole hit and run thing got out, it would almost ceartanly be the final nail in her coffin. It was blackmail, sure, but what choice did she have? She would have given anything in the world to be anyone else on the entire planet at that time. At last she did the only thing she could do to save her career. Winona Ryder removed her shirt and raised her arms high above her head. Yolanda grinned and produced a large feather which made Winona's adorable brown eyes go wide with horror.
"What do you say, naughty girl?" Yolanda asked this like a domineering schoolmarm. With tears welling up in her eyes, Winona said.....
"Please tickle me. I'm a naughty girl and I deserve to be tickled."
With that, Yolanda lightly trailed the feather across Winona's hyper ticklish torso and underarms. Her body broke out into gooseflesh as the tickly feather just teased itself along the surface of her skin. It was a tickle that was felt more inside than outside, and it caused Winona's body to quake with ticklishnes as little squeaky giggles bubbled up from her and her eyes squinted in the most adorable way.
"Kitchy kitchy tickle tickle" Yolanda whispered as she drew the feather all along Winona's exposed torso.
"Heee....hoo..hehehhahahhehee...please! I haaaheheeee..AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
Winona screamed and pulled her arms down as the feather just grazed her bare nipple. The shock of tickle and pleasure overwhelming her. Yolanda was displeased.
"Looks like little tickle-girl needs to be tied down."
Yolanda advanced on Winona, and, just like before, the womans speed and strength were remarkable. Within seconds, she had Winona down on the bed and securely tied. Her arms were lashed to either side of the bed post, while her legs were tied in a spread eagle position. Winona, utterly at Yolanda's mercy pleaded with tears in her eyes as Yolanda stripped her, leaving the lovely brunette naked as a Jbird. Yolanda straddled Winona and began to point at her tummy.
"What is this?" She asked.
"My....my stomach?"
"What...Is ..This?" Yolanda asked again, this time poking indicriminantly on her tummy.
"Heeeeheheheehhaaaaaaaa!!!! MY TUMMY!!!! HEEEHEAHAAAAA!!!! MY TICKLISH TUMMY!!!HAHAAAAAHEEEEE!!!"
"Yes!! That's what it is!! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!"
Yolanda dug her fingers into Winona's tummy, kneading the flesh and manipulating all of her sensitive spots. Winona went berserk from the tummy torture.
"HHAAAAAHAAHAHAAAAHEHEHEEEEE!!! STOP!!!!!HAHAHAAAAHHHEHEHEEEEE!!!!THAT TICKLES THAT TICKLES!!!!HAHAAAAAAHEHEHEEEHEHEHEEEE!!!"
Winona giggled and laughed like a madwoman as Yolanda mercilessly tickle tortured her entire torso. Wiggling her finger inside Winona's horribly ticklish bellybutton while at the same time scrabbling her fingers inside her sensitive underarms. Winona screamed and begged, but the ticklish torture just kept on coming.
"WHAAAAAAHAHAAAAAHEHHEHEEHEEEEHAHAHAHWHEHEEEE!!! PLEASE STAAAAAHHHHP!!!!! HAHAAAAAHEHEEHEHEEEWHOOHOHOOOHOOHAHHAAHAAAAAA!!!! NOT MY BELLYBUTTON!!!! NOOOOOHOOOHOOOAHAHAAAHAAAAA!!!! IT TICKLES!!!!HAHAAAAHEHHEEEHEEEEE!!!!
Yolanda blew rasberries all over Winona Ryders ticklish tummy. She hooked her fingers in her ribs and wiggled them there until Winona thought she was going to wet herself. The torture seemed to go on for an eternity, when it finally stopped. Winona was gasping for air, and giggling silently, still feeling phantom tickles. She was still struggling to catch her breath when she felt a light blowing on the soles of her feet. Her mind reeled as she realized what was coming next.
"MMMMMM. Such cute and ticklish feet you have. What do you think I'm going to do to them, Winona?"
"T....Tickle them?"
"BINGO!!!!!" Yolanda yelled as she scrabbled all 10 of her fingers up and down Winona's ticklish soles. Her fingers danced all about, poking and prodding at the underside of her toes. Winona reacted as if a lightning bolt shot through her body.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHHEEEEHEHEHEEEEE!!!NOT MY FEET!!!!!HAHAHAHHAAAAAHHEHEEHWHEEEE!!! MY TOES!!!! HAHAHAAHAAAAAHAA!!!!MY TICKLISH TOES!!!! HHEHEEEHEHEEHEEEEHAHAAAA NO MORE!!!! PLEAHEEHEEEHHHHSE!!!! HAHAHAAAHAAAAA!!!!"
Winona's body was covered in sweat and her piggies were wiggling madly. The horrible tickle attack on her very ticklish feet was killing her. Yolanda's fingers danced from her soles, to her toes, around on the topside of her feet, and back again.
"What's your name?" Demanded Yolanda.
"HAAAAHAHHEHEEEEEHEHEEEEE.....WINOHOOHOHOOOHOOOO..AHAHAAAA.....WINONA TICKLE FEET!!!!HAHAAAAAHAHAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!!!"
"Say it again!!!"
"HAHAAAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEHEHHAAHAHAAAAIEEIEEE!!! WINONA TICKLE FEET!HAHAAAAHEHEEEEEEE!!! STOP TICKLING MY PIGGIESHSHSEHEHEEEHEHEEE!!!! HOOOHOOOOWHAHAAAHAAAAA!!!"
Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she felt the same feather she had been tormented with earlier invade her vagina. Yolanda still had one hand torturing her foot, while the other hand was feathering her most inner reigion. Winona never realized how much a feathered clit can tickle. Her reaction was almost too good to believe.
"NOOHHOOOHOOOONONONONOOOOOOHOOOOOHHOHH!!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!! HAHAAAAHEHEHHHEEEHEHHEEEE!!!! OOOOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THERE!!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE!!! HEHHEEEEHEHEHEHHEEHEEEEPLEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEE!!!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA!!!!!"
"Awwww, you like this don't you? Ticklish little winona likes to have her cootch tickled. Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Does big, bad feather tickle your little spot?" Yolanda teased without mercy, driving Winona Ryder even more insane.
"YES!! YES!!! IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAAAAAHEHEHEEHEEEE!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!! STOP!!! I'M GONNA PEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEHEEEEHEEEEE!!!!"
At that same instant, Yolanda started to suck on Winona's ticklish little piggies. Each ticklish toe individually, wrapping her tounge around each one. The combination of the tounge-toe tickling and the pussy feathering was almost more than the ticklish Winona could handle.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHHAAHWHWHHWHAHAHAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!! STOP SUCKING MY TOES!!! HAHHAAAAAHEHEHEHEHEEEEHWEHEEEHHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! OH STOP!!!! STOP TICKLING MEEHEHEEEEHHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!!"
Winona was in total tickle delirium. She thought her whole body was going to give out, when in fact it did. She wet herself, and mercifully passed out.
When she awoke, it was morning. The sun shone in through the windows and woke her up. She immediatly curled in the fetal position, positive tickling was coming. But there was none. She looked around and saw no one. Yolanda had apparently left while she slept. "Good riddance", she thought. Her body still tingled with the awful tickling she had endured. She never knew if anything could ever touch her vagina without tickling again. As she was thinking about this, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was 9:30 AM. She had to meet with the producer of "Restrained Passion" in half an hour!!! She jumped up showered, and headed out for her meeting with, oh what was his name...Jim something....oh, that's right. Jim Mitchum.
If only her head was a bit clearer. If only she was thinking straight. She would have figured it out. But she didn't.
Winona got to the studio in record time. She spoke to a secretary about her meeting and was led into soundstage where Jim Mitchum was waiting for her. He greeted her with open arms.
"Winona Ryder!! It's such a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jim Mitchum, producer of "Restrained Passion".
"Hi Mr. Mitchum. I'm really glad for this oppurtunity." Winona was practicly gushing.
"Think nothing of it. As soon as I aquired this project, there was no one else I wanted to star in it, except you. Have you read the script yet?"
"As a matter of fact, I haven't. I don't even really know that much about it, aside from it being about a young woman's sexual awakening." Winona tried to stay calm.
"Well, if you're interested, sign on the dotted line." With that, Jim Mitchum handed Winona a contract. Without reading a word of it, an overjoyed Winona Ryder signed. That's when she asked the big qusetion.
"Mr. Mitchum, whose directing?"
"A new, first time filmaker. As a matter of fact, I think you know each other. My wife. Yolanda."
Winona stared at him in disbelief. No. It couldn't be.
"Hello, Winona."
That evil voice behind her. Winona screamed and spun around like a top. She stood there looking at the 2 of them. Big smiles on their faces. She demanded to see a script. Jim handed her the script. Flipping through it, Winona saw with dawning horror, that every other page had her being tickled in different bondage scenarios. She started to hyperventilate when Jim Mitchum spoke up.
"That's right, dear sweet Winona. You're the star of the first, big budget, theatrical tickle flick."
"No!! I won't do it!! I'm going to the police!!" That's when Yolanda spoke up.
"Excuse me, Ms. Tickle Feet, but you signed a contract. You wouldn't want to be in Breach Of Contract would you?"
"You people are sick!!!!"
And with that, 35 asian beauties walked onto the set. These were her co-stars. Or, more importantly, her torturers. Winona dropped to her knees and wept. That's when Jim Mitchum said......
"Shooting begins now, you ticklish little thing."
Well, Winona got her big role. She got her big role in a 4 hour tickle porn. The shoot lasted 10 weeks. The movie opened to huge grosses. Winona Ryder was the ticklish toast of Hollywood. Everywhere she went she was tickled. It became her greatest legacy. The namw Winona Ryder was synnomous with tickle-torture. If she had only read the contract she would have seen that she was obligated to make 20 of these films. Well, somethings never change. Crme still dosen't pay, but for Winona Ryder, it will always tickle.
THE END
