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PART 1 https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...-in-the-bikers-club-(-f-)-extreme-illustrated
PART 2
What happened before
Ellen persuades her colleague Debbie to join the 'Powerbikers'. The 3-minute initiation ritual that Debbie believes she will have to undergo turns out to be a 9-hour horrific initiation, prepared and led by Ellen. Despite the tickle torture in which 150 bikers actively participate, Debbie feels at home with the Power bikers. Debbie enjoys the motorcycle rides, the parties, the get-together and the libertine atmosphere. The friendship between Debbie and Ellen has grown close. But..... Ellen had not seen on the membership document that she has to be 'initiated' every year to remain a member of the Powerbikers.
Ellen doesn't hesitate. Although she fears that the approaching tickling will undoubtedly be longer and more intense, she opts for the Powerbikers …….
A few days before the initiation.
HAHAHAHAHHHA EEEEEEHEEHEHEHE NOOOOO PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAAHAHAAAAA IIIIIH EHEHAHAHHAHAHHAHA …………
Ellen is kneeling in the bathtub, Debbie's legs clamped between her knees. Teasingly, she looks at Debbie as she tickles the crease between Debbie's toes and soles with her fingernails. Debbie tries in vain to free herself. The torment has lasted for 10 minutes when Ellen bends over to her friend and kisses her endearingly. HAHAHA laughs Ellen, you may have forgotten how awful the tickling feels, I wanted to give you a taste of what awaits you the day after tomorrow. I want you to get scared – the more stress in your body, the more itchy you become and the more you suffer. Ellen and Debbie were bloody horny. Not only Ellen but also Debbie looked forward to the day after tomorrow. They could hardly think of anything else.
As the initiation approaches, it comes up more often. Especially Debbie talks about it. She regularly whispers teasingly in Debbie's ear 'coochie coochie!' . She insinuated that she would really like it if Debbie was completely naked. She didn't say a word about her concrete plans.
The day of the initiation.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, almost all motorcyclists were present. In the clubhouse the table was ready with the ropes dangling from the ceiling above it. The atmosphere was heated and elated. The women were dressed provocatively and sexy, some of them almost naked and covered with an abundance of jewels. Loud beats sounded from the speakers. The arrival of Debbie and Ellen was eagerly anticipated. Ellen got wet with horniness when Debbie suddenly said to her: 'Okay I'll strip before the ritual starts, but you have to do the same'.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaw," said Ellen, "I want nothing more." I can't wait to start the dedication.
Amid a hedge of screaming bikers, Ellen and Debbie danced to the stage. Rocking their hips to the beats, the audience was aroused by the stripping women and their suggestive poses. Debbie stood defiantly at the front of the stage, arms folded above her head, making fuck movements. Ellen made tickling movements with both hands right next to the belly, the sides and the armpits of her tickle slave.
The chairman of the Powerbikers took the floor.
Hey friends, we were all looking forward to this! We hope the tickling will be more horrific than last year. I am proud to announce that the members of our motorcycle club friends will enjoy the livestream. Like a year ago, a 90-minute compilation of the kitten torture will be sold."
A sardonic smile appeared on Ellen's face. The soft bite of her lower lip betrayed her intentions. Debbie will suffer terribly! What the chairman says will cause Debbie more stress (and tickles).
Four men and two half-naked women approached the stage. The struggling woman tried in vain to wrestle free. In a split second she was in total panic.
NO NO NOOOOO NO! PLEASE LET ME GO! NONONONO PLEASE! I DO NOT WANT THAT !!!! NO PLEASE!
Her cry was drowned out by the crowd who chanted:
TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH!...
She screamed, begged, wept. Her eyes full of tears.
To her dismay she saw the black leather table that can be put in different positions. And on a bench under the table: brushes, toothbrushes, feathers, a ballgag, oil, belts, the foot block ……… In total despair she was sitting straight on the table in the blink of an eye. Her ankles stuck at both corners, her arms spread above her.
There was no turning back.
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Debbie knelt on top of the table and planted her fingernails gently on the crease between Ellen's soles and toes. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The crowd cheered as Ellen screamed out. She screamed, moaned, laughed hysterically, begged ……….
She was in total panic, not understanding what was happening to her.
Her worst nightmare became reality.. Ellen screamed, begged, wept, laughed uncontrollably……….
Out of the surrounding crowd, the first tickers step forward. The fold under the toes, two hands on each foot – although the fingers barely move, Ellen is near madness – after 5 minutes two new ticklers gently scratching the soles with their 2 hands – after 5 minutes the tops of the feet, then the heels and ankles, …..and so it goes on. Not for a split second did Ellen pause. Systematic and directed by Debbie, the whole body is processed. A soft, slow but endless torment. After 3 hours, almost every inch of Ellen's body was tickled. Almost …! Four ticklers kept body and head firmly in check. While the armpits were being scratched, Debbie crawled onto Ellen's naked body and carefully inserted a nose hook into each nostril. Each nostril was worked with a feather and with the pin of a feather. A mixture of the worst tickling and terrible itching! Nobody lasts even a second! Debbie's 4 helpers have to make every effort to contain her. AAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHHA
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Ellen's moaning lasted 15 minutes! Debbie instructed two clitters to feather Ellen's ears. Now and then she would tease her friend by tickling the outside of the nostrils. The crowd howled. No one had ever seen anything like it, let thought it possible.
The screaming and moaning went through marrow and bone.
Debbie was focused and driven. She wants Ellen to undergo a horrible and extremely long tickle torture. Ellen is very ticklish. At the slightest touch, a squeeze in the loin, a feather along the neck ….. she laughs and screams, she flees or throws herself wildly.
Debbie has meticulously prepared everything for weeks and leads the torment. Ellen must not collapse! She will suffer, struggle, beg, scream and cry until the last second.
And now tickle back down, Debbie says teasingly, pointing her finger from head to feet.
When the feet are up, Debbie decides to strap them into the stocks. “Push Ellen over and tie her hands to the foot block – so she can watch her feet get tickled – nothing is more fun than seeing feet tickling, is there Ellen?
Ellen laughs hysterically, in her teary eyes you can see the hopelessness. She alternately looks at her feet and at the faces of the enjoying clits, who alternate every five minutes in pairs.
Debbie looks tenderly at her lover, at the tears in her distraught eyes. Through horrific, nearly 9-hour tickle torture she endured by Ellen last year, she knew exactly what Ellen is going through now.
She enjoys Ellen's laughter, the grimaces cramped by pain. Her beloved Ellen: perfectionist, control freak, bossy, assertive, strong and tough ... and now – total powerlessness – caught in one huge and horrific tickle cramp – her total nudity – photographed, filmed, tickled, groped, shamelessly peeped by horny glances, dehumanized to a tickle toy – enjoying, teasing, mocking and relentless Power bikers around her and the ticklers. Debbie feels no pity, quite the contrary. She is very horny, she wants to see Ellen suffer: even longer, even more unbearable.
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The brushes, Debbie orders. Very gently they rub the feet, part by part. Ellen goes mad and tries in vain to tear herself away.
The horror lasts almost 6 hours. Debbie nods at the DJ. We're almost there, he shouts through the microphone – everyone ready for a countdown? 10 9 …………..3 2 1 …….. TICKLE TO DEATH TICKLE DEATH ……… the audience chants. Debbie bends over with laughter when she sees Ellen's dismay. The ticklers continue the torture unabated. In the past hours, 160 people have tickled Ellen.
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‘4 ticklers every 5 minutes’, Debbie shouts. Ellen is thrown to her knees, writhing and tickled. Her feet tied to the table – knees drawn up so that her bottom almost touches the feet – torso bent over – hands tied to the sides of the tickling table. WAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAAAAAHAAA AAAAAUUW AHAHAHAAAAAHAAAHHAHHAAHA
Ellen feels a finger gently scratching her tailbone – the finger becomes 5 – the hands become two – four - six – eight ……… Debbie allows the tickles to be dosed and work systematically – gently scribbling – the amount of hands is increased a single zone expanded little by little – an entire zone is recreated in one extremely excruciating tickling cramp – the side a little back a little bit of the stomach – then the shoulder blades and the top of the – her entire back comes next – when the hands a little further break up, the tickling gets even worse – after an hour the entire surface of the back becomes soft but oh so horribly unbearable - Debbie helps out – the beautiful tight skin trembles from the tickling, – the tickles take over so that Ellen not a second pause. Debbie wants to stop Ellen from taking control of her body for just a second. During the torture, Ellen did not notice that she was given intravenous fluids and glucose every hour and a half for 15 minutes. Debbie had entrusted her plan to a member of the Powerbikers who is a doctor. She was looking for a way to keep Ellen fit throughout the tickle torture – that way she could continue the tickle for a very long time at an increasingly unbearable level.
The ticklers and the viewers enjoyed when the seat was tackled. First the bottom of the buttocks, around the anus was worked by 4 hands - the other 4 hands tickled the rest of the buttocks while the first ticklers kept their hands still and little by little all hands came back into action - the devilish tickling techniques of Ellen were more than flesh and blood can stand.
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For more than 8 hours, Ellen goes on a rampage.
More, more, worse, worse…… Debbie thinks. As Ellen is incessantly tickled, she is placed on the tickling table – feet attached to the corners – arms stretched, fastened to the head. 6 kittens per 5 minutes! shouts the DJ through the microphone. Ellen's body has become extremely sensitive – while the armpits are tickled, the feet are rubbed with oil and hair and torso and ribs are rubbed with talcum powder to keep the skin dry and thus easier to tickle. Armpits, the bottom of the toes and the groin area are gently scribbled. Instinctively she tries to avoid the tickling by raising her pelvis - her fists are clenched - her arms are pulling hard on the straps - her protruding ribs, the muscular stomach, the strong hips and her beautiful navel, .... invite to be tickled.
Now and then the laughter stops and a totally cramped Ellen makes a barely audible rhythmic sound from her throat for seconds.WAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH AAHAHAHAAA PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AAAAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAH…While Ellen's armpits are tickled by two hands, one of Debbie's hands slowly slides upwards – met a defiant Turns out, the tongue out of the open mouth she suddenly presses with her thumb on a muscular trigger point – Ellen's pelvis flies up, her body twists back and forth. AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAA AAAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAH STOP AAAAAHAHHAHPressing in the right way and gently twisting a finger on the dozens of extremely sensitive muscular trigger points generates a different order of tickling. Ellen is extremely responsive. A few seconds before releasing a pressure point, she presses on another. Debbie takes the torture on her own. The tickling is so terrible that other touches cannot be felt. Debbie has no mercy – for Ellen, every minute is an hour. The enthusiastic audience crowds to watch the spectacle up close.
The tickling lasts almost 10 hours, more than 200 bikers tickled along. Debbie nods at the DJ. He places a wireless microphone in front of Ellen's mouth. The beats sound hard and slowly he lets them melt into the laughter and screams of Ellen.
LET's DO THE TICKLEDANCE, the DJ shouts
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The excited crowd dances like crazy. COOCCHIE COUCHIE yells the DJ, COOCCHIE COUCHIE yells out the crowd who make tickling hands as they dance – TICKLE TICKLE! – TICKLE TICKLE! In a corner, a naked young man is lying on the floor, struggling under the hands of four mature women.
The horny crowd dances for 20 minutes.
Deafening applause in the hall. At the height of Ellen's suffering, Debbie pulls her hands away. Ellen lays head back and gasping for breath, clenching her breath. She looks at Debbie: Why? she calls! Because I love you so much, Debbie replies and she French kisses her friend passionately. Ellen is released from her belts and is taken to the stage with Debbie.
How can I thank you, te chairman said. A party at the Powerbikers has never been so hot. It was touching to see all the members of the Powerbikers standing together around the body of a woman tickled to death. He hands Ellen a key.
The video of Debbie's tickle torture sold 3000 times and our friends from other clubs paid for the live stream. You deserve a gift…………
The crowd clapped their hands and stepped back. Debbie and Ellen didn't know what they saw, a sparkling new motorcycle as a reward.
The sequel.
Debbie and Ellen became even more intensely connected through their tickle torture and ……….. almost every weekend in the clubhouse you saw a group of members around a floundering body …………before performing the tickle dance.. View attachment 699590
PART 2
What happened before
Ellen persuades her colleague Debbie to join the 'Powerbikers'. The 3-minute initiation ritual that Debbie believes she will have to undergo turns out to be a 9-hour horrific initiation, prepared and led by Ellen. Despite the tickle torture in which 150 bikers actively participate, Debbie feels at home with the Power bikers. Debbie enjoys the motorcycle rides, the parties, the get-together and the libertine atmosphere. The friendship between Debbie and Ellen has grown close. But..... Ellen had not seen on the membership document that she has to be 'initiated' every year to remain a member of the Powerbikers.
Ellen doesn't hesitate. Although she fears that the approaching tickling will undoubtedly be longer and more intense, she opts for the Powerbikers …….
A few days before the initiation.
HAHAHAHAHHHA EEEEEEHEEHEHEHE NOOOOO PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAAHAHAAAAA IIIIIH EHEHAHAHHAHAHHAHA …………
Ellen is kneeling in the bathtub, Debbie's legs clamped between her knees. Teasingly, she looks at Debbie as she tickles the crease between Debbie's toes and soles with her fingernails. Debbie tries in vain to free herself. The torment has lasted for 10 minutes when Ellen bends over to her friend and kisses her endearingly. HAHAHA laughs Ellen, you may have forgotten how awful the tickling feels, I wanted to give you a taste of what awaits you the day after tomorrow. I want you to get scared – the more stress in your body, the more itchy you become and the more you suffer. Ellen and Debbie were bloody horny. Not only Ellen but also Debbie looked forward to the day after tomorrow. They could hardly think of anything else.
As the initiation approaches, it comes up more often. Especially Debbie talks about it. She regularly whispers teasingly in Debbie's ear 'coochie coochie!' . She insinuated that she would really like it if Debbie was completely naked. She didn't say a word about her concrete plans.
The day of the initiation.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, almost all motorcyclists were present. In the clubhouse the table was ready with the ropes dangling from the ceiling above it. The atmosphere was heated and elated. The women were dressed provocatively and sexy, some of them almost naked and covered with an abundance of jewels. Loud beats sounded from the speakers. The arrival of Debbie and Ellen was eagerly anticipated. Ellen got wet with horniness when Debbie suddenly said to her: 'Okay I'll strip before the ritual starts, but you have to do the same'.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaw," said Ellen, "I want nothing more." I can't wait to start the dedication.
Amid a hedge of screaming bikers, Ellen and Debbie danced to the stage. Rocking their hips to the beats, the audience was aroused by the stripping women and their suggestive poses. Debbie stood defiantly at the front of the stage, arms folded above her head, making fuck movements. Ellen made tickling movements with both hands right next to the belly, the sides and the armpits of her tickle slave.
The chairman of the Powerbikers took the floor.
Hey friends, we were all looking forward to this! We hope the tickling will be more horrific than last year. I am proud to announce that the members of our motorcycle club friends will enjoy the livestream. Like a year ago, a 90-minute compilation of the kitten torture will be sold."
A sardonic smile appeared on Ellen's face. The soft bite of her lower lip betrayed her intentions. Debbie will suffer terribly! What the chairman says will cause Debbie more stress (and tickles).
Four men and two half-naked women approached the stage. The struggling woman tried in vain to wrestle free. In a split second she was in total panic.
NO NO NOOOOO NO! PLEASE LET ME GO! NONONONO PLEASE! I DO NOT WANT THAT !!!! NO PLEASE!
Her cry was drowned out by the crowd who chanted:
TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH! TICKLE TO DEATH!...
She screamed, begged, wept. Her eyes full of tears.
To her dismay she saw the black leather table that can be put in different positions. And on a bench under the table: brushes, toothbrushes, feathers, a ballgag, oil, belts, the foot block ……… In total despair she was sitting straight on the table in the blink of an eye. Her ankles stuck at both corners, her arms spread above her.
There was no turning back.
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Debbie knelt on top of the table and planted her fingernails gently on the crease between Ellen's soles and toes. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The crowd cheered as Ellen screamed out. She screamed, moaned, laughed hysterically, begged ……….
She was in total panic, not understanding what was happening to her.
Her worst nightmare became reality.. Ellen screamed, begged, wept, laughed uncontrollably……….
Out of the surrounding crowd, the first tickers step forward. The fold under the toes, two hands on each foot – although the fingers barely move, Ellen is near madness – after 5 minutes two new ticklers gently scratching the soles with their 2 hands – after 5 minutes the tops of the feet, then the heels and ankles, …..and so it goes on. Not for a split second did Ellen pause. Systematic and directed by Debbie, the whole body is processed. A soft, slow but endless torment. After 3 hours, almost every inch of Ellen's body was tickled. Almost …! Four ticklers kept body and head firmly in check. While the armpits were being scratched, Debbie crawled onto Ellen's naked body and carefully inserted a nose hook into each nostril. Each nostril was worked with a feather and with the pin of a feather. A mixture of the worst tickling and terrible itching! Nobody lasts even a second! Debbie's 4 helpers have to make every effort to contain her. AAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHHA
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Ellen's moaning lasted 15 minutes! Debbie instructed two clitters to feather Ellen's ears. Now and then she would tease her friend by tickling the outside of the nostrils. The crowd howled. No one had ever seen anything like it, let thought it possible.
The screaming and moaning went through marrow and bone.
Debbie was focused and driven. She wants Ellen to undergo a horrible and extremely long tickle torture. Ellen is very ticklish. At the slightest touch, a squeeze in the loin, a feather along the neck ….. she laughs and screams, she flees or throws herself wildly.
Debbie has meticulously prepared everything for weeks and leads the torment. Ellen must not collapse! She will suffer, struggle, beg, scream and cry until the last second.
And now tickle back down, Debbie says teasingly, pointing her finger from head to feet.
When the feet are up, Debbie decides to strap them into the stocks. “Push Ellen over and tie her hands to the foot block – so she can watch her feet get tickled – nothing is more fun than seeing feet tickling, is there Ellen?
Ellen laughs hysterically, in her teary eyes you can see the hopelessness. She alternately looks at her feet and at the faces of the enjoying clits, who alternate every five minutes in pairs.
Debbie looks tenderly at her lover, at the tears in her distraught eyes. Through horrific, nearly 9-hour tickle torture she endured by Ellen last year, she knew exactly what Ellen is going through now.
She enjoys Ellen's laughter, the grimaces cramped by pain. Her beloved Ellen: perfectionist, control freak, bossy, assertive, strong and tough ... and now – total powerlessness – caught in one huge and horrific tickle cramp – her total nudity – photographed, filmed, tickled, groped, shamelessly peeped by horny glances, dehumanized to a tickle toy – enjoying, teasing, mocking and relentless Power bikers around her and the ticklers. Debbie feels no pity, quite the contrary. She is very horny, she wants to see Ellen suffer: even longer, even more unbearable.
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The brushes, Debbie orders. Very gently they rub the feet, part by part. Ellen goes mad and tries in vain to tear herself away.
The horror lasts almost 6 hours. Debbie nods at the DJ. We're almost there, he shouts through the microphone – everyone ready for a countdown? 10 9 …………..3 2 1 …….. TICKLE TO DEATH TICKLE DEATH ……… the audience chants. Debbie bends over with laughter when she sees Ellen's dismay. The ticklers continue the torture unabated. In the past hours, 160 people have tickled Ellen.
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‘4 ticklers every 5 minutes’, Debbie shouts. Ellen is thrown to her knees, writhing and tickled. Her feet tied to the table – knees drawn up so that her bottom almost touches the feet – torso bent over – hands tied to the sides of the tickling table. WAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAAAAAHAAA AAAAAUUW AHAHAHAAAAAHAAAHHAHHAAHA
Ellen feels a finger gently scratching her tailbone – the finger becomes 5 – the hands become two – four - six – eight ……… Debbie allows the tickles to be dosed and work systematically – gently scribbling – the amount of hands is increased a single zone expanded little by little – an entire zone is recreated in one extremely excruciating tickling cramp – the side a little back a little bit of the stomach – then the shoulder blades and the top of the – her entire back comes next – when the hands a little further break up, the tickling gets even worse – after an hour the entire surface of the back becomes soft but oh so horribly unbearable - Debbie helps out – the beautiful tight skin trembles from the tickling, – the tickles take over so that Ellen not a second pause. Debbie wants to stop Ellen from taking control of her body for just a second. During the torture, Ellen did not notice that she was given intravenous fluids and glucose every hour and a half for 15 minutes. Debbie had entrusted her plan to a member of the Powerbikers who is a doctor. She was looking for a way to keep Ellen fit throughout the tickle torture – that way she could continue the tickle for a very long time at an increasingly unbearable level.
The ticklers and the viewers enjoyed when the seat was tackled. First the bottom of the buttocks, around the anus was worked by 4 hands - the other 4 hands tickled the rest of the buttocks while the first ticklers kept their hands still and little by little all hands came back into action - the devilish tickling techniques of Ellen were more than flesh and blood can stand.
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For more than 8 hours, Ellen goes on a rampage.
More, more, worse, worse…… Debbie thinks. As Ellen is incessantly tickled, she is placed on the tickling table – feet attached to the corners – arms stretched, fastened to the head. 6 kittens per 5 minutes! shouts the DJ through the microphone. Ellen's body has become extremely sensitive – while the armpits are tickled, the feet are rubbed with oil and hair and torso and ribs are rubbed with talcum powder to keep the skin dry and thus easier to tickle. Armpits, the bottom of the toes and the groin area are gently scribbled. Instinctively she tries to avoid the tickling by raising her pelvis - her fists are clenched - her arms are pulling hard on the straps - her protruding ribs, the muscular stomach, the strong hips and her beautiful navel, .... invite to be tickled.
Now and then the laughter stops and a totally cramped Ellen makes a barely audible rhythmic sound from her throat for seconds.WAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH AAHAHAHAAA PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AAAAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAH…While Ellen's armpits are tickled by two hands, one of Debbie's hands slowly slides upwards – met a defiant Turns out, the tongue out of the open mouth she suddenly presses with her thumb on a muscular trigger point – Ellen's pelvis flies up, her body twists back and forth. AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAA AAAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAH STOP AAAAAHAHHAHPressing in the right way and gently twisting a finger on the dozens of extremely sensitive muscular trigger points generates a different order of tickling. Ellen is extremely responsive. A few seconds before releasing a pressure point, she presses on another. Debbie takes the torture on her own. The tickling is so terrible that other touches cannot be felt. Debbie has no mercy – for Ellen, every minute is an hour. The enthusiastic audience crowds to watch the spectacle up close.
The tickling lasts almost 10 hours, more than 200 bikers tickled along. Debbie nods at the DJ. He places a wireless microphone in front of Ellen's mouth. The beats sound hard and slowly he lets them melt into the laughter and screams of Ellen.
LET's DO THE TICKLEDANCE, the DJ shouts
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The excited crowd dances like crazy. COOCCHIE COUCHIE yells the DJ, COOCCHIE COUCHIE yells out the crowd who make tickling hands as they dance – TICKLE TICKLE! – TICKLE TICKLE! In a corner, a naked young man is lying on the floor, struggling under the hands of four mature women.
The horny crowd dances for 20 minutes.
Deafening applause in the hall. At the height of Ellen's suffering, Debbie pulls her hands away. Ellen lays head back and gasping for breath, clenching her breath. She looks at Debbie: Why? she calls! Because I love you so much, Debbie replies and she French kisses her friend passionately. Ellen is released from her belts and is taken to the stage with Debbie.
How can I thank you, te chairman said. A party at the Powerbikers has never been so hot. It was touching to see all the members of the Powerbikers standing together around the body of a woman tickled to death. He hands Ellen a key.
The video of Debbie's tickle torture sold 3000 times and our friends from other clubs paid for the live stream. You deserve a gift…………
The crowd clapped their hands and stepped back. Debbie and Ellen didn't know what they saw, a sparkling new motorcycle as a reward.
The sequel.
Debbie and Ellen became even more intensely connected through their tickle torture and ……….. almost every weekend in the clubhouse you saw a group of members around a floundering body …………before performing the tickle dance.. View attachment 699590
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