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MARY THE TICKLISH SPY
CHAPTER 1
Mary was out of breath. It was 2 hours now since the alarm has been raised in the amazon “Queendom”: she succeeded in escaping the main jail where she has been made prisoner 2 days ago, for espionage. She was supposed to be interrogated soon and she couldn’t support this idea. She was very lucky to find the opportunity to escape this horrible place: she found a guard who looked like her a lot and just kicked her and took her place before leaving. But the guard awoke and she raised the alarm: about 20 girls were looking for Mary now, who was hidden in a natural hole inside a very large tree.
Some of the girls were very closed to her now: she could hear them speaking;
- “She must not be very far from here. Somebody saw her coming towards this little forest, and nobody saw her leaving it. She also lost the guard hat she had stolen and…”
- Listen, another girl said; I heard somebody laughing there…
In fact, a little giggling could be heard: it was Mary who couldn’t stop herself laughing because many insects were actually crawling all over her body inside her clothing, and even inside her opened sandals. The ticklishness was incredible. She tried to stop laughing but it was too late: one of the girls was already in front of her with a menacingly piece of rope to tie her:
- “What happens to you? Is it nervous or what?”, the girl said;” Maybe some interrogation will provide the answer
Later, Mary found herself naked inside a very dark room lit only by a few candles all around the walls. She was frightened and cold. The only things she remembered were these insects on her body, the girl and a sudden hit on her head. She was now spread-eagled on a wooden table with her ankles and wrists enclosed in metal rings directly screwed inside the table. She had a look all around her and saw only very strange devices such as chains, metal rings screwed inside the stone walls, bars suspended from the ceiling, wooden stocks with 2 vertical holes for ankles, one pillory with 3 horizontal holes probably for head and wrists, and even one strange box with…somebody inside ! It was a very nice girl with long blond hair; she seemed to be sleeping, she was in a very strange position. She was probably on her knees; one could only see some parts of her body sticking out of the box through holes : her head, her hands near her head, and her feet behind her. There was also a larger hole on the front showing a gorgeous flat naked belly.
“Hey! Hey! Who are you!”, said Mary trying to wake her up.
But the girl was definitely not answering.
Suddenly, she heard a heavy door opening noise, and a lot of people speaking while walking outside the room. Then another door opened and closed and nothing: only some water dropping on the floor little by little near the wooden table. About 2 or 3 minutes later, she could hear a high pitch noise, like a scream, then nothing and another high pitch noise higher than the first one, like if somebody was tortured in another room. What were they doing to the poor victim? Probably pinching, burning some very sensitive parts of her body (it could only be a girl thanks to the screams). But now the scream pitch seemed to decrease and increase and decrease and increase continuously like a laugh!!! A crazy laugh: yes the girl was without any doubt laughing, laughing, laughing and laughing like a mad woman.
“What are they doing to her to make her laugh so much?”
Suddenly, the other girl in the room awoke
- “No! Nooo! Not thaat! Please! No stoop!”, she cried
- “Who are you? What are you afraid of?” said Mary
- “Listen to that poor girl and you will understand. She is being tickled to death by expert girls. She endures the most horrible torture ever. A torture that forces you to laugh, laugh and laugh again and again while you would not like to. A torture that makes your body spasm and can make you suffer from exhaustion. A torture that makes your abdominal muscle feeling pain by laughing too much. A torture that makes your mouth and your face looks like the one of a clown, if not of a fool. A torture that you would like to make finish the very next second, but that can be provided for hours if not days! They tickle you here!”
- “That’s terrible. How can they do that. Have you been tickled yourself?”
- “Of course yes; they have discovered this weakness during a “test”. They stripped me naked on the table where you are actually bound, and they just tickled me everywhere to see where I was the most sensible. For my concern, I am incredibly ticklish on my belly. So, it didn’t take them a long time to discover that after one of these girls simply scratched my belly with all her incredible long nails making me babbling incoherently. That’s why they put me inside this box which exposes my terribly ticklish belly.”
Mary couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She thought it was a nightmare. She couldn’t do anything to escape this jail now: she tried to remove her bounds by pulling on these rings but it was impossible. Her nice eyes were terrified while she was bending her head to look down at her desperate situation: her armpits were very deep because her arms were pulled very high above her head and slightly apart from it. Her nice flat belly was curved inside because her arms and legs were pulled tightly. Her navel was a long deep oval. Her legs ended with long feet with extremely deeply curved arches and incredibly long slender toes. She was afraid: she couldn’t imagine being tickle tortured, especially on her nice feet, while bound so vulnerably.
The outdoor girl screams were filling the entire dungeon now: one could only hear her laughs mixed with long silent periods. She had a very contagious laugh, and even in her desperate situation, Mary couldn’t help herself smiling at these funny musical giggles: sometimes it was just heavy “HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!” or “HO! HO! HO! HO! HO” but sometimes it was very high pitch sexy “He! He! He! Heeeeee! HeHeHeHeHe!” like if she was viciously tickled on some sexual part. Mary tried to imagine which part of the girl’s body was tickled just by listening to her laughs.
“Kelly, tickle her again all around her whole flat belly, very very lightly with your fingernails: she will not be able to resist to this anymore. Am I wrong poor ticklish thing? ”, Rebecca, the expert chief interrogator, said.
“Noooooo NooNoNoNoNo, the ‘poor’ bound girl cried”. “huf! Mercy, mercy, …huf!…huf!…huf!…I cannot…huf!huf!… stand anymore tickles.huf!…huf… Your…huf!…girls tickle me too much.huf!…huf!… It’s horrible: stop them…stop them…stop them pleeeeease, make them stop that tortUUUURE !!!, I…UUUWAAAH…HAHAHAHA….UWHAHA HA HA HA HA HAAAAaaaa….HE HE HE HE HE HE HEeee…not my bell…..HEHEHEHEHEHEheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeee! not the beLLYYYYyyyyy….HE HE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!…it tickLLLLLLLES…it tiiiiiiiicklLLLLLLes…..it tiiiiiicklLLLLLLES…tooooooo muuuuCH..not on my bellYYYY…not the belly…not the belly…no the belly…hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi………”
“mmmhm ! I see that I was right, your gorgeous tummy seems to be very very ticklish ! So…are you going to talk? Or shall I ask Kelly to continue to tickle torture your belly !”
But the poor girl couldn’t speak anymore. She was just a quivering human body. She was spread-eagled on an X-shape table slightly bent under her back in order to make her belly arching on the front and very vulnerable. She was surrounded by the chief interrogator Rebecca, and by 3 other girls: Kelly, the belly tickler specialist was torturing her, while Catherine, the unbearable foot tickler and Jessica the armpit velicatrix were looking at her wriggling body.
“I think she will pass out in a few moments if we don’t care: she is definitely extremely ticklish and can’t bear it anymore”, Catherine said. “Her feet are very sensible, but her belly is far more ticklish”
“Yes, you are right”, Jessica said, “look at her eyes: it seems that they will get out of their orbits; look how they follow Kelly long fingernails travelling on her smooth stomach skin, while she is desperately laughing. Look also at her belly muscles: they spasm and spasm under each Kelly fingernail stroke. Look at her terrified red laughing face: she simply cannot stop herself laughing!”
Suddenly, a long yellow stream of urine came out of her naked sex, followed by another one and several shorter ones.
“Whaow! You laugh so much that you can’t help urinate in front of us!”, said Rebecca. “Kelly must tickle you like hell! What if I ask her to continue? More tickles more pee? More terrible tickles on your spasmy belly? mhm ? Kelly, continue the nail tickling and gently tease this poor ticklish girl: I want her to become crazy with your tickles”,said Rebecca.
“Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!…Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!”, said Kelly,“…tickles on your nice ticklish creased belly…Kili! Kili! Kili!…Kili!Kili!Kili!…Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!…it tickles mhum?”, while gently stroking the edges of her abdominal muscles with one finger, or by making tiny circles with all her fingernails on all the surface of her so pale and tender thin tummy skin.
The girl was crying and laughing at the same time, her face completely full of tears, and her thighs full of urine: she even could not be ashamed by her pee in front of unknown people. The only things that exist in the world were these long nails scratching her bare midriff and these teasing words telling that it will never stop…she wanted to stop these incredible fingers just with her eyes…she was loosing her breath! Her mind became confused! She couldn’t hear anything: she passed out!
“Stop tickling her immediately, Kelly! Jessica, bring me a jar of water: we will wake her awake with cold water! I want her to talk! We will take care of her later! Catherine and Kelly, come with me in the other room: we have a new host”, Rebecca said smiling.
MARY THE TICKLISH SPY
CHAPTER 1
Mary was out of breath. It was 2 hours now since the alarm has been raised in the amazon “Queendom”: she succeeded in escaping the main jail where she has been made prisoner 2 days ago, for espionage. She was supposed to be interrogated soon and she couldn’t support this idea. She was very lucky to find the opportunity to escape this horrible place: she found a guard who looked like her a lot and just kicked her and took her place before leaving. But the guard awoke and she raised the alarm: about 20 girls were looking for Mary now, who was hidden in a natural hole inside a very large tree.
Some of the girls were very closed to her now: she could hear them speaking;
- “She must not be very far from here. Somebody saw her coming towards this little forest, and nobody saw her leaving it. She also lost the guard hat she had stolen and…”
- Listen, another girl said; I heard somebody laughing there…
In fact, a little giggling could be heard: it was Mary who couldn’t stop herself laughing because many insects were actually crawling all over her body inside her clothing, and even inside her opened sandals. The ticklishness was incredible. She tried to stop laughing but it was too late: one of the girls was already in front of her with a menacingly piece of rope to tie her:
- “What happens to you? Is it nervous or what?”, the girl said;” Maybe some interrogation will provide the answer
Later, Mary found herself naked inside a very dark room lit only by a few candles all around the walls. She was frightened and cold. The only things she remembered were these insects on her body, the girl and a sudden hit on her head. She was now spread-eagled on a wooden table with her ankles and wrists enclosed in metal rings directly screwed inside the table. She had a look all around her and saw only very strange devices such as chains, metal rings screwed inside the stone walls, bars suspended from the ceiling, wooden stocks with 2 vertical holes for ankles, one pillory with 3 horizontal holes probably for head and wrists, and even one strange box with…somebody inside ! It was a very nice girl with long blond hair; she seemed to be sleeping, she was in a very strange position. She was probably on her knees; one could only see some parts of her body sticking out of the box through holes : her head, her hands near her head, and her feet behind her. There was also a larger hole on the front showing a gorgeous flat naked belly.
“Hey! Hey! Who are you!”, said Mary trying to wake her up.
But the girl was definitely not answering.
Suddenly, she heard a heavy door opening noise, and a lot of people speaking while walking outside the room. Then another door opened and closed and nothing: only some water dropping on the floor little by little near the wooden table. About 2 or 3 minutes later, she could hear a high pitch noise, like a scream, then nothing and another high pitch noise higher than the first one, like if somebody was tortured in another room. What were they doing to the poor victim? Probably pinching, burning some very sensitive parts of her body (it could only be a girl thanks to the screams). But now the scream pitch seemed to decrease and increase and decrease and increase continuously like a laugh!!! A crazy laugh: yes the girl was without any doubt laughing, laughing, laughing and laughing like a mad woman.
“What are they doing to her to make her laugh so much?”
Suddenly, the other girl in the room awoke
- “No! Nooo! Not thaat! Please! No stoop!”, she cried
- “Who are you? What are you afraid of?” said Mary
- “Listen to that poor girl and you will understand. She is being tickled to death by expert girls. She endures the most horrible torture ever. A torture that forces you to laugh, laugh and laugh again and again while you would not like to. A torture that makes your body spasm and can make you suffer from exhaustion. A torture that makes your abdominal muscle feeling pain by laughing too much. A torture that makes your mouth and your face looks like the one of a clown, if not of a fool. A torture that you would like to make finish the very next second, but that can be provided for hours if not days! They tickle you here!”
- “That’s terrible. How can they do that. Have you been tickled yourself?”
- “Of course yes; they have discovered this weakness during a “test”. They stripped me naked on the table where you are actually bound, and they just tickled me everywhere to see where I was the most sensible. For my concern, I am incredibly ticklish on my belly. So, it didn’t take them a long time to discover that after one of these girls simply scratched my belly with all her incredible long nails making me babbling incoherently. That’s why they put me inside this box which exposes my terribly ticklish belly.”
Mary couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She thought it was a nightmare. She couldn’t do anything to escape this jail now: she tried to remove her bounds by pulling on these rings but it was impossible. Her nice eyes were terrified while she was bending her head to look down at her desperate situation: her armpits were very deep because her arms were pulled very high above her head and slightly apart from it. Her nice flat belly was curved inside because her arms and legs were pulled tightly. Her navel was a long deep oval. Her legs ended with long feet with extremely deeply curved arches and incredibly long slender toes. She was afraid: she couldn’t imagine being tickle tortured, especially on her nice feet, while bound so vulnerably.
The outdoor girl screams were filling the entire dungeon now: one could only hear her laughs mixed with long silent periods. She had a very contagious laugh, and even in her desperate situation, Mary couldn’t help herself smiling at these funny musical giggles: sometimes it was just heavy “HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!” or “HO! HO! HO! HO! HO” but sometimes it was very high pitch sexy “He! He! He! Heeeeee! HeHeHeHeHe!” like if she was viciously tickled on some sexual part. Mary tried to imagine which part of the girl’s body was tickled just by listening to her laughs.
“Kelly, tickle her again all around her whole flat belly, very very lightly with your fingernails: she will not be able to resist to this anymore. Am I wrong poor ticklish thing? ”, Rebecca, the expert chief interrogator, said.
“Noooooo NooNoNoNoNo, the ‘poor’ bound girl cried”. “huf! Mercy, mercy, …huf!…huf!…huf!…I cannot…huf!huf!… stand anymore tickles.huf!…huf… Your…huf!…girls tickle me too much.huf!…huf!… It’s horrible: stop them…stop them…stop them pleeeeease, make them stop that tortUUUURE !!!, I…UUUWAAAH…HAHAHAHA….UWHAHA HA HA HA HA HAAAAaaaa….HE HE HE HE HE HE HEeee…not my bell…..HEHEHEHEHEHEheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeee! not the beLLYYYYyyyyy….HE HE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!…it tickLLLLLLLES…it tiiiiiiiicklLLLLLLes…..it tiiiiiicklLLLLLLES…tooooooo muuuuCH..not on my bellYYYY…not the belly…not the belly…no the belly…hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi………”
“mmmhm ! I see that I was right, your gorgeous tummy seems to be very very ticklish ! So…are you going to talk? Or shall I ask Kelly to continue to tickle torture your belly !”
But the poor girl couldn’t speak anymore. She was just a quivering human body. She was spread-eagled on an X-shape table slightly bent under her back in order to make her belly arching on the front and very vulnerable. She was surrounded by the chief interrogator Rebecca, and by 3 other girls: Kelly, the belly tickler specialist was torturing her, while Catherine, the unbearable foot tickler and Jessica the armpit velicatrix were looking at her wriggling body.
“I think she will pass out in a few moments if we don’t care: she is definitely extremely ticklish and can’t bear it anymore”, Catherine said. “Her feet are very sensible, but her belly is far more ticklish”
“Yes, you are right”, Jessica said, “look at her eyes: it seems that they will get out of their orbits; look how they follow Kelly long fingernails travelling on her smooth stomach skin, while she is desperately laughing. Look also at her belly muscles: they spasm and spasm under each Kelly fingernail stroke. Look at her terrified red laughing face: she simply cannot stop herself laughing!”
Suddenly, a long yellow stream of urine came out of her naked sex, followed by another one and several shorter ones.
“Whaow! You laugh so much that you can’t help urinate in front of us!”, said Rebecca. “Kelly must tickle you like hell! What if I ask her to continue? More tickles more pee? More terrible tickles on your spasmy belly? mhm ? Kelly, continue the nail tickling and gently tease this poor ticklish girl: I want her to become crazy with your tickles”,said Rebecca.
“Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!…Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!”, said Kelly,“…tickles on your nice ticklish creased belly…Kili! Kili! Kili!…Kili!Kili!Kili!…Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!…it tickles mhum?”, while gently stroking the edges of her abdominal muscles with one finger, or by making tiny circles with all her fingernails on all the surface of her so pale and tender thin tummy skin.
The girl was crying and laughing at the same time, her face completely full of tears, and her thighs full of urine: she even could not be ashamed by her pee in front of unknown people. The only things that exist in the world were these long nails scratching her bare midriff and these teasing words telling that it will never stop…she wanted to stop these incredible fingers just with her eyes…she was loosing her breath! Her mind became confused! She couldn’t hear anything: she passed out!
“Stop tickling her immediately, Kelly! Jessica, bring me a jar of water: we will wake her awake with cold water! I want her to talk! We will take care of her later! Catherine and Kelly, come with me in the other room: we have a new host”, Rebecca said smiling.
