KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
Chapter 14
The Miss Tickle Contest
Part Two
Caroline, Tom, Bobby & Laura were back. They hurried back and forth, squeezing past each other in the tiny apartment they all now shared.
Occasionally, they would give each other a poke as an article of clothing was lifted, pulled on, or pushed up.
Caroline and Laura loved Kittletown. It was everything they hoped it would be. They hadn't been in town more than fifteen minutes when a few kids ran up to them and began tickling their ribs as they laughed and twirled around, trying to fight off the dozens of little fingers that tickled them.
After producing enough havoc for a while, it was good to get back and re-establish themselves, so Bobby and Tom called a meeting of the other Tickle Punks to introduce their new women.
The Tickle Punks greeted them in the traditional way: They held them down, spread-eagled on the ground, and gang-tickled the girls until they were screaming in hysterical laughter.
Each member had his or her own style, and not an inch of skin was left untouched. The real torture was from the Pods, who ruthlessly tickled and scratched the soles of the pretty pair's bare feet until tears rolled from their eyes and they could hardly plead anymore. These Pods were a dangerous group that tickled only feet; and when they got hold of a ticklish pair of pink feet, they didn't let go until the girl nearly fainted from the experience. The Pods were a story in themselves.
The four, in their tiny apartment were nearly ready for the big night; the Contest. They know what this night meant. It was more than a small town contest. It was much more. It was part of the plan; part of Gregory's larger plan.
* * *
The guests were all dressed to the nines and the room was filled with gorgeous faces and breathtaking bodies. Tickle Queens from years past stepped out of limos, expensive evening gowns, golden feather earrings dangling from their ears, and small feather clips ticklishly hanging from their hair, tickling their bare shoulders and necks.
The crowd went wild as they waved. Occasionally, a manic fan would reach beyond the velvet rope and slip a hand into the exposed underarm of a waving Tickle Queen causing her to throw the arm down in ticklish laughter. Still, others would crawl under the velvet rope and kiss their feet causing more ticklish giggles. This made the crowd cheer, but the perpetrator was usually grabbed by the guards and hauled away.
When Sandra's limo pulled up and Barbara, Jamie, Pam, & family got out the crowd went wild. This was the new Family, relatively speaking, but it was Barbara in whom many of the screaming fans remembered. Barbara took the adoration like a movie star and blew kisses into the crowd.
But when Sandra stepped out, the crowd nearly rioted. There was a hush and an explosion of screaming applause that was so loud that guards spilled out of every direction to stand and guard the family. Buddy waved to the girls and Jamie posed seductively, batting her eyelashes.
A few guards nudged each other and whispered that Jamie was such a knock-out that she would probably be completing at some point in the near future.
"That whole family is gorgeous,' one said as the other agreed.
"Sandra, I love you!" came a cry from the crowd.
"You're the Queen," came another; and, "Red heads are best!" came a united cry from a group of pretty teenage red-heads in the back carrying 'Sandra' banners.
The entourage was escorted through the door and down a long corridor. Pam and Sandra were given their dressing rooms and the rest were seated very close to the stage. Seating was at private tables where champagne and wine flowed like the water (which also flowed freely, being refilled constantly by gorgeous cocktail waitresses).
The audience was filled with Kittletown dignitaries: wealthy, political, important. Many others were from foreign countries, brought by special invitation. Dr. Gregory, Claude, and Trina sat at a table surrounded by pleasant-looking, but strong, guards. They laughed and flirted, Gregory accenting his approval of Trina's conversation by poking and grabbing her ribs which made her squeal in ticklish laughter.
He picked up a Zip and started to blast various pretty women in the room creating a wave of females throwing their bodies backward and squealing. Gregory laughed as he fired like some crazed gunslinger. Trina reached under the table and grabbed his crotch. Gregory continued to fire, occasionally swigging from his wine glass. This was Gregory's night,every year; but especially, this year.
A man walked by the lovely Trina and let his finger slide and trail from the middle of her back, across her bare shoulder. Trina hunched her shoulder up and gave him a seductive smile as he passed. Gregory continued to fire, unaffected by his date's obvious attraction to another man. The man's finger had tickled her enormously and she felt herself very turned on. The Formula dose, though small, was working in her system to heighten her sensations.
Meanwhile, Buddy and Jamie had never seen anything like it, and Jamie was getting her share of lustful smiles. This embarrassed the teenage girl, but it also excited her and Buddy felt he needed to bring it up every time she blushed.
Buddy looked around the room for Miss Sherman but she wasn't there. There was, however, so many gorgeous women that he needed to close his eyes as if to lock the memory of each one inside his head for nocturnal fantasies.
Jamie was reaching up to play with her hair when she felt a sudden burst of tickling on her sensitive underarms. The girl screamed and threw her arms down, embarrassed but surprised. She looked around for the source of the tickling and found no one near her. Buddy looked at her like she was crazy.
Then, from across the room, she saw Dr. Gregory smiling at her, wine glass raised as if in a toast. He was saying something to her but she couldn't hear him over the din of the room. She stretched her neck and squinted as he repeated it, "For old times!".
A shiver went up Jamie's spine as she turned back to Buddy, her head swimming.
Tom, Caroline, Bobby and Laura walked up to Gregory's table. They looked smashing; the antithesis of the normal punk-youth that Gregory was accustomed to. He didn't recognize them at first. They were dressed in tuxedos and evening gown, but still adorned with various piercings.
"Bobby, Tom," Trina said with a voice like silk, "My have you boys grown."
Laura and Caroline gripped their boyfriends a little tighter.
"Everything is in readiness, your majesty," Tom said to Gregory with a pinch of melodrama.
"You kids did great," Gregory said, and then, examining their dates, "And you girls need to see me. You're badly in need of a physical."
Laura and Caroline looked baffled but the laughter that ensued made them realize what the mad doctor was suggesting.
"Sit down, kids," Gregory continued. "You four are my ambassadors to the world!"
"Wait until this stuff really starts to kick in," Tom retorted. "This planet will be out of control."
"And it will need a good leader who knows how to keep the control, heh Doctor?" Trina said with a smile that made the boys gulp.
"And we will all sit at the head table when that time comes," Gregory remarked as the lights began to dim.
Lights washed the stage as a production number began with twenty of Gregory's sexiest girls; dressed in feathers and sequins. They danced and sang, kicking their legs and stretching their arms up in the air.
Occasionally, a dancer would scream and throw her arms down, looking on all sides of her and trying to get back in step.
Trina would nudge Gregory. "You're so bad!" she would say as she took his Zip from him like a scolding mother taking away a toy.
When the production number ended and the audience applauded wildly, a voice announced this year's mistress of ceremonies.
Thunderous applause filled the room as Pam stepped to the podium. She was nervous but her smile melted the hearts of everyone.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Kittletown, I am proud to announce the three runner-ups for the esteemed honor of Miss Tickle.
Pam announced two very popular members of Gregory's tickle harem, but when she paused, smiled, then announced Sandra the crowd practically went out of control.
Sandra walked out looking so sexy and magnetic that just her appearance caused sexual responses from most of the adult males in the audience.
* * *
Meanwhile, on TV sets all over town, people were tuned in. Bars and restaurants, bus stations and even the police station had Cable One tuned on to this event.
In the living room of Ed and Lori Lansing there was a bowl of popcorn and a few beers.
"I'm still having a lot of trouble with you watching this." she said.
"Why?" Ed said popcorn stuffed in his mouth. "This is the biggest event of the year."
"Yes, but what's gonna happen? Are these women going to be tickled? Tortured? What? I don't understand."
Lori was not unaffected by her tickle attack in the park, but somehow the longer she stayed in town, the less the experience bothered her. In fact, she felt more interested in tickling and being tickled. Funny, it seemed to turn her on sexually.
Lori walked out of the kitchen wearing a tank top and shorts, carrying a glass. She was also getting used to the dress code.
"Take yourself a beer and sit down," Ed said patting the seat next to him.
"That's okay, honey, I'll just have some water. Boy, the water here is good."
In Feathers night club, a huge groups of men and women huddled on the floor in front of a big screen watching the events. As Pam walked up to the podium, a huge sigh filled the place as half closed eyes watched the woman they had seen not to long ago in that very club. The entire place was sexually charged and filled in Formula-induced euphoria.
by Max Speer
Chapter 14
The Miss Tickle Contest
Part Two
Caroline, Tom, Bobby & Laura were back. They hurried back and forth, squeezing past each other in the tiny apartment they all now shared.
Occasionally, they would give each other a poke as an article of clothing was lifted, pulled on, or pushed up.
Caroline and Laura loved Kittletown. It was everything they hoped it would be. They hadn't been in town more than fifteen minutes when a few kids ran up to them and began tickling their ribs as they laughed and twirled around, trying to fight off the dozens of little fingers that tickled them.
After producing enough havoc for a while, it was good to get back and re-establish themselves, so Bobby and Tom called a meeting of the other Tickle Punks to introduce their new women.
The Tickle Punks greeted them in the traditional way: They held them down, spread-eagled on the ground, and gang-tickled the girls until they were screaming in hysterical laughter.
Each member had his or her own style, and not an inch of skin was left untouched. The real torture was from the Pods, who ruthlessly tickled and scratched the soles of the pretty pair's bare feet until tears rolled from their eyes and they could hardly plead anymore. These Pods were a dangerous group that tickled only feet; and when they got hold of a ticklish pair of pink feet, they didn't let go until the girl nearly fainted from the experience. The Pods were a story in themselves.
The four, in their tiny apartment were nearly ready for the big night; the Contest. They know what this night meant. It was more than a small town contest. It was much more. It was part of the plan; part of Gregory's larger plan.
* * *
The guests were all dressed to the nines and the room was filled with gorgeous faces and breathtaking bodies. Tickle Queens from years past stepped out of limos, expensive evening gowns, golden feather earrings dangling from their ears, and small feather clips ticklishly hanging from their hair, tickling their bare shoulders and necks.
The crowd went wild as they waved. Occasionally, a manic fan would reach beyond the velvet rope and slip a hand into the exposed underarm of a waving Tickle Queen causing her to throw the arm down in ticklish laughter. Still, others would crawl under the velvet rope and kiss their feet causing more ticklish giggles. This made the crowd cheer, but the perpetrator was usually grabbed by the guards and hauled away.
When Sandra's limo pulled up and Barbara, Jamie, Pam, & family got out the crowd went wild. This was the new Family, relatively speaking, but it was Barbara in whom many of the screaming fans remembered. Barbara took the adoration like a movie star and blew kisses into the crowd.
But when Sandra stepped out, the crowd nearly rioted. There was a hush and an explosion of screaming applause that was so loud that guards spilled out of every direction to stand and guard the family. Buddy waved to the girls and Jamie posed seductively, batting her eyelashes.
A few guards nudged each other and whispered that Jamie was such a knock-out that she would probably be completing at some point in the near future.
"That whole family is gorgeous,' one said as the other agreed.
"Sandra, I love you!" came a cry from the crowd.
"You're the Queen," came another; and, "Red heads are best!" came a united cry from a group of pretty teenage red-heads in the back carrying 'Sandra' banners.
The entourage was escorted through the door and down a long corridor. Pam and Sandra were given their dressing rooms and the rest were seated very close to the stage. Seating was at private tables where champagne and wine flowed like the water (which also flowed freely, being refilled constantly by gorgeous cocktail waitresses).
The audience was filled with Kittletown dignitaries: wealthy, political, important. Many others were from foreign countries, brought by special invitation. Dr. Gregory, Claude, and Trina sat at a table surrounded by pleasant-looking, but strong, guards. They laughed and flirted, Gregory accenting his approval of Trina's conversation by poking and grabbing her ribs which made her squeal in ticklish laughter.
He picked up a Zip and started to blast various pretty women in the room creating a wave of females throwing their bodies backward and squealing. Gregory laughed as he fired like some crazed gunslinger. Trina reached under the table and grabbed his crotch. Gregory continued to fire, occasionally swigging from his wine glass. This was Gregory's night,every year; but especially, this year.
A man walked by the lovely Trina and let his finger slide and trail from the middle of her back, across her bare shoulder. Trina hunched her shoulder up and gave him a seductive smile as he passed. Gregory continued to fire, unaffected by his date's obvious attraction to another man. The man's finger had tickled her enormously and she felt herself very turned on. The Formula dose, though small, was working in her system to heighten her sensations.
Meanwhile, Buddy and Jamie had never seen anything like it, and Jamie was getting her share of lustful smiles. This embarrassed the teenage girl, but it also excited her and Buddy felt he needed to bring it up every time she blushed.
Buddy looked around the room for Miss Sherman but she wasn't there. There was, however, so many gorgeous women that he needed to close his eyes as if to lock the memory of each one inside his head for nocturnal fantasies.
Jamie was reaching up to play with her hair when she felt a sudden burst of tickling on her sensitive underarms. The girl screamed and threw her arms down, embarrassed but surprised. She looked around for the source of the tickling and found no one near her. Buddy looked at her like she was crazy.
Then, from across the room, she saw Dr. Gregory smiling at her, wine glass raised as if in a toast. He was saying something to her but she couldn't hear him over the din of the room. She stretched her neck and squinted as he repeated it, "For old times!".
A shiver went up Jamie's spine as she turned back to Buddy, her head swimming.
Tom, Caroline, Bobby and Laura walked up to Gregory's table. They looked smashing; the antithesis of the normal punk-youth that Gregory was accustomed to. He didn't recognize them at first. They were dressed in tuxedos and evening gown, but still adorned with various piercings.
"Bobby, Tom," Trina said with a voice like silk, "My have you boys grown."
Laura and Caroline gripped their boyfriends a little tighter.
"Everything is in readiness, your majesty," Tom said to Gregory with a pinch of melodrama.
"You kids did great," Gregory said, and then, examining their dates, "And you girls need to see me. You're badly in need of a physical."
Laura and Caroline looked baffled but the laughter that ensued made them realize what the mad doctor was suggesting.
"Sit down, kids," Gregory continued. "You four are my ambassadors to the world!"
"Wait until this stuff really starts to kick in," Tom retorted. "This planet will be out of control."
"And it will need a good leader who knows how to keep the control, heh Doctor?" Trina said with a smile that made the boys gulp.
"And we will all sit at the head table when that time comes," Gregory remarked as the lights began to dim.
Lights washed the stage as a production number began with twenty of Gregory's sexiest girls; dressed in feathers and sequins. They danced and sang, kicking their legs and stretching their arms up in the air.
Occasionally, a dancer would scream and throw her arms down, looking on all sides of her and trying to get back in step.
Trina would nudge Gregory. "You're so bad!" she would say as she took his Zip from him like a scolding mother taking away a toy.
When the production number ended and the audience applauded wildly, a voice announced this year's mistress of ceremonies.
Thunderous applause filled the room as Pam stepped to the podium. She was nervous but her smile melted the hearts of everyone.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Kittletown, I am proud to announce the three runner-ups for the esteemed honor of Miss Tickle.
Pam announced two very popular members of Gregory's tickle harem, but when she paused, smiled, then announced Sandra the crowd practically went out of control.
Sandra walked out looking so sexy and magnetic that just her appearance caused sexual responses from most of the adult males in the audience.
* * *
Meanwhile, on TV sets all over town, people were tuned in. Bars and restaurants, bus stations and even the police station had Cable One tuned on to this event.
In the living room of Ed and Lori Lansing there was a bowl of popcorn and a few beers.
"I'm still having a lot of trouble with you watching this." she said.
"Why?" Ed said popcorn stuffed in his mouth. "This is the biggest event of the year."
"Yes, but what's gonna happen? Are these women going to be tickled? Tortured? What? I don't understand."
Lori was not unaffected by her tickle attack in the park, but somehow the longer she stayed in town, the less the experience bothered her. In fact, she felt more interested in tickling and being tickled. Funny, it seemed to turn her on sexually.
Lori walked out of the kitchen wearing a tank top and shorts, carrying a glass. She was also getting used to the dress code.
"Take yourself a beer and sit down," Ed said patting the seat next to him.
"That's okay, honey, I'll just have some water. Boy, the water here is good."
In Feathers night club, a huge groups of men and women huddled on the floor in front of a big screen watching the events. As Pam walked up to the podium, a huge sigh filled the place as half closed eyes watched the woman they had seen not to long ago in that very club. The entire place was sexually charged and filled in Formula-induced euphoria.
